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HIGH EULOGY 

OPENING OF THE WORLD’S FAIR. 

The Resplendent Day — The Vast Throng - — The Wonderful Music of 
National Bands — The Chorus of Five Thousand Voices in Enchant- 
ing Song — The Grand Archway — The Standards of all Nations — 
The Grand Pageant — Welcome by the United States — The Art Hall 
— The Mammoth 'Amphitheatre — The Array of Crowned Heads — 
Opening Address by the Hon. Chauncey M. Depew — Peroration of 
this Masterly Oration 

A NIGHT AT THE FAIR. 

Brilliancy of the Exposition at Night — Display of Illuminating Devices 
— Pyrotechnics — Electric Fountain — Prismatic Colors — Artificial 
Rainbow — Electric Storm — Phantoms — Lightning and Thunder — 
Tests of Fuel — Boiling Lake — Heated Atmosphere — Floating 
Islands — Burning Projectiles — In the Line of Perpetual Snow — A 
Square Mile of Burning Water — The Burning Lake of Naphtha 
Vapor — Rolling Tide of Flame — A Mountain of Fire — The Splen- 
dor of Bursting Meteors . 

THE WORLD’S CONVENTION. 

First Since the Roman Times — America on the Stage — The Boxes and 
the Potentates — The Oriental Despots — The Electric Lights — France 
— Great Britain— Germany — The College of Cardinals — The Presi- 
dent’s Speech — Colonel Ingersoll’s Oration — Announcement by 
Secretary Blaine — Responses by Caprivi and Gladstone — Mr. Peck. . 

SOLDIERS’ DAY AT THE FAIR. 

The Greatest Military Parade of the World — The Last Review Before 
the Disbandment of the Armies — Preparations for the Great Day — 
Stately Lines of Gold and Steel — Decoration Day — The Solemn 
Commemoration of the Fallen Brave— The Graves of the Dead 
Decorated with a Profusion of Bloom — Unveiling of Cenotaphs to 
the Southern and Foreign Dead — The Discovery of a Remarkable 
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for the Discovery of the Writer 

LADIES’ DAY AT THE FAIR. 

Woman’s World Astir — The Prayer — The Immortal Nine — Chivalry of 
Nineteenth- Century America — Gallantry Turned Loose in the 
Reign of the Dog Star — Grand Exhibition of Courtesy— A Ladies’ 
National Commission Appointed — The Commission Limited for 
Financial Reasons — Convention of the National Board — Discussion 
©f Great Issues of Vital Importance— Wave of Advanced Thought. 
Buddhism — The Occult — Hypnotism — Theosophy — Nirvana — 
Scenes at the Fair — The Nation’s Great Ladies— Allurements of 
the Booth — Rare Collection of Beauty — The Blaze of Noonday — 
The Close at Evening 


GREATEST RACES OF THE WORLD. 

The Great Running- and Trotting Races at the Fair — Sixty-three Fliers 
are Entered for a Purse of $i,ooo 5 ooo — The Prince of Wales, Kaiser 
Wilhelm and Caprivi Heavy Betters — France Backs Constitution — 
America Divided — California Bows to Kentucky — Millions of Dol- 
lars Change Hands— Six Entries in the Great Trotting Race — An 
850,000 Dollar Purse — Excitement Turned Loose — Checks and Se- 
curities Melt Out of Sight — Bootblacks Become Millionaires— The 
Triumph of Equine Speed— The Renown of the American Course., 

THE INTERNATIONAL BANQUET. 

The Crown of Festal Glory — The Congress of Nations — The Federation 
of the World — The Splendor and Pageantry of all Nations— Royalty 
Feasted in Republican Style — The Palace of Banqueting Halls — 
The Triumph of Architectural Art and Engineering Skill — The Re- 
alization of the Decorator’s Dream— The Magic of Transformation 
— A Canopy of the Standards of Nations — The Dome of Silver and 
Gold — The National Feast of all Nations— The Panorama of the 
Past — The Dream of Universal Peace — The Climax of International 
Amity — The Hymn of the Brotherhood of Nations 

A HORRIBLE HOLOCAUST. 

Closing Scenes of the World’s Fair — Description of Displays— Products 
of Advanced Science and Art— A Little Blaze, a Flash, a Leaping 
Flame — The Alarm — Flying Engines and Wild Men — Fire Boats 
in Lake Bellamy and Lake Michigan — The Flaming Petroleum Re- 
finery — Firemen Fall Back from Death.— A Rolling, Boiling Sea of 
Fire — Billows of Flame Sweep over the French and Russian Bar- 
racks — The Arsenal of Dynamite Wrapped in Flames — Great Loss 
of Valuable Property — The Insurance Placed — Its Prompt Adjust- 
ment and Payment — Solemn Ending of the Nation’s Great Jubilee.. 

THE ROYAL EXCURSION. 

Its Bearing on International Commerce and Amity — The New World 
Opened up— The Royal Guests — The Triumph of Transportation — 
Oriental Splendor and Luxury— A Train of Twenty Sections — 
Courtesy of Railroad Officials — Down to the Beautiful Virginia — 
White Sulphur Springs — Banquet and Ball— Toasts by Mr. D. Os- 
trander, the Prince of Wales, President Carnot, Caprivi and others 
— Down to Florida — An Ovation — Rock Ledge, Florida — A Feast 
for the Gods— Speech-making and Merriment — On through the South 
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OPENING OF THE WORLD’S FAIR. 


The Resplendent Day — The Vast Throng — The Wonderful Music 
of National Bands— The Chorus of Five Thousand Voices 
in Enchanting Song — The Grand Archway — The Standards 
of all Nations — The Grand Pageant — Welcome by the 
United States — The Art Hall — The Mammoth Amphitheatre 
— The Array of Crowned Heads — Opening Address by the 
Hon. Chauncey M. Depew — Peroration of this Masterly 
Oration. 

T HE day had dawned. The sun was never brighter, and never 
a day more glorious. Nature had paused in her flurry and 
fret to witness the event. To-day the Fair opens, and as I 
gail around in my air ship and look down upon the Lake Front and 
Jackson Park, I do not dream that directors ever quarreled over a 
site for the World’s Columbian Exposition, or that a hundred women, 
more or less, were appointed as commissioners and directors to 
f( purify the politics” of the sterner sex. To-day I am convinced 
that Director General Davis, President Palmer and President Gage 
knew what they were doing all the time, while the clamorous and 
impatient populace feared they were not keeping up with the band 
wagon. The Fair is a success, and as Llook down on Lake Front 
I see this morning a numberless throng standing before the grand 
entrance awaiting the opening ceremonies. I will not describe that 
endless multitude. You do not want it. You have seen crowds, 
but never the Columbian Exposition. You can see the crowd after 
you get in, but you never can see this marble archway — the grand 
gateway to the Fair — but once, and then you will never forget it* 


You will dream of it, you will tell your children and grandchildren 
of it, and some of you will begin to write a poem of it, but you will 
never finish it ; some artist will attempt to paint a picture of it, but 
he will never succeed. Its charms cannot be sung, its beauties can- 
not be painted. The harp’s great heart would break and the brush 
grow faint. But you may see it, for soon the veil will be drawn. 

You stand with your face toward the rising sun, looking across 
the beautiful Michigan Boulevard, decorated in all the gorgeousness 
of a nation’s birthday. All you see now is a great illuminated can- 
vas bearing the two hemispheres with every country indicated, above 
which is the simple word “Welcome” in letters of gold. The crowd 
gazes upon this, impatient for the hour for opening. The people 
gathered early and will have to content themselves with waiting. 

Finally from the brazen mouth of the great Columbian Bell 
high up in the Tower of America, pealed forth one clear, reverberat- 
ing note. Immediately there appeared to the south of the arch the 
national bands of each country, and to the north, a chorus of five 
thousand voices. When this dazzling array of glittering uniforms, 
banners, and emblems rose to view, a cheer welled up from the as- 
semblage which jarred from the Bell of Columbia the muffled tones 
which bounded back like the mingled voices of the spirits of the 
clouds. 

At the signal the bands struck up a medley composed of all the 
national airs of the world, and the sublime strains rose on the still 
morning air and swelled and rolled and throbbed, rejoicing in a new 
harmony, revelling in the newly found soul of divinest melody. 
The instruments ceased but the melody hung above that vast au- 
dience, trembled, wavered, grew faint and died out up in tl 2 sun- 
light, high up in the azure, away up somewhere near the portals of 
paradise. Not a lip moved and silence as profound as uncreated 
worlds fell upon the throng. But when the enchantment of those 
grand strains was lifted, the great breast of that vast multitude 
heaved and “Gloria — Amen!” followed the departed melody to 
heaven. 


To the north of the great archway a low chant began, tremu- 
lous and tender. A few mellow voices were rising in a melody 
sweet and entrancing. The chant slowly died away into silence. 
Then one voice rose amid that chorus of five thousand souls, strong, 
musical and faultless, and there stood out to view, wrapped in the 
American colors, the enchantress of melody — the sorceress of the 
world of song. The soft tones swayed, rose, and fell and floated 
out like the mellow notes from the very spirit of song. As the voice 
climbed up, pouring out its silvery notes fuller and stronger, it was 
joined by the chorus whose voices swelled gradually and rhythmi- 
cally the outpouring song, until five thousand voices burst forth in 
one grand refrain and held above the audience a throbbing, swell- 
ing, pulsing, mounting burst of song that echoed from the hearts of 
mortals to the shores of the infinite. Such melody was never before 
heard, and never will be. Children clung to their mother’s robes, 
women kneeled as if in prayer, or stood with hands uplifted in the 
silent attitude of praise. Strongmen bowed and wept or lifted up 
their faces in mute reverence, and stood with uncovered heads as if 
in the sacred presence of some great holiness. The yoices rose 
louder, trembled, quavered, surged and pealed in one storm of song 
that mounted, burst and fell. In the calm that settled like a dream- 
ing spirit upon the throng, that one sweet voice, full of divinest 
tenderness and melody, lingered upon the words, 

To thee, O Columbia, we raise a new altar, 

And christen thy land the love-land of Peace, 

and then all was still. Not a voice was heard. The applause was 
given in tears and reverently whispered amens. 

Again the great bell rang, and the illuminated canvas rolled 
up from view, revealing the grand marble archway adorned with 
silver and gold. It was made of sections. Each side rested on a 
foundation chiseled in the form of huge tablets of laws. Above 
these rose the triumph of architecture and sculpture. The sections 
of the arch were beautifully carved and represented every nation 


of the globe, the key-stone being the United States. Triumphal 
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nothing with which to compare this. Hanging in this archway 
and completely closing the entrance, was another beautifully 
adorned canvas, bearing in letters of pearl the one word, u Peace.” 
This hung a moment to view and was rolled up, revealing the 
British flag. This was raised, giving to view the German ban- 
ner. Thus on in quick succession were the banners of every 
nation presented, each one completely closing the entrance and 
concealing what was next behind it. Finally the Stars and Stripes 
hung in silken folds before the throng. For a moment longer it 
hung, then slowly rose, bringing to view a life-sized statue of 
Columbus, upon which beamed the soft rays of unseen electric 
lights. Here the multitude first found its voice since the enchant- 
ment of song struck it mute, and cheer on cheer burst forth in 
enthusiastic approbation. The flags were looped up inside the 
arch and wreathed with the olive. The gateway was opened, 
and, while the bands and chorus alternately burst forth in music 
and song, the sovereigns of the nations passed through in their 
decorated chariots, and were received by the President of the 
United States, his Cabinet, Foreign Ministry, the Senate and 
House of Representatives, assisted by the governors and staff of 
every state. Following the nations were their respective delega- 
tions, high officials, minor officers and citizens. 

Inside the ground a vision of beauty broke into view. The 
grounds were adorned as courts and the buildings rose as palaces 
surpassing in splendor the most gorgeous and extravagant of the 
world. The gilded columns of the Art Hall were adorned by the 
highest skill of the decorator’s art, and its silver dome, rising 527 
feet in the center of the grounds, reflected the sunlight and tinted 
with gold the statues, columns, arches and buildings about it. The 
sublimity of the scene, the boldness of architecture and, withal, its 


grace, the anchored air ships, the aerial chariots, and the grand 
tribute of art, made a picture that may have been read of in tales of 
enchantment, but which has never been seen and never will be again 
as a living, tangible reality. 

To the south of the Art Hall was erected a spacious amphi- 
theatre, at the southern portion of which rose a platform glittering 
in splendor. On this were soon seated the sovereigns of all nations 
and their high official representatives. To the front and at either 
side sat the President, his Cabinet, the diplomatic corps and the 
National Legislature. On each side of the speaker’s stand sat the 
World’s Fair Commissioners, the Directorate, and their officers. In 
front on the circling tiers of seats sat an audience the like of which 
orator had never before addressed nor eye had ever seen. 

The stand was filled and the audience seated ready for the 
opening address, the greatest effort of the great orator’s life. The 
occasion was grand and inspiring, and the audience in sympathy 
with the great event. 

Director General Davis rose before that vast assemblage, amid 
kings, queens and potentates, and, in a short speech full of feeling 
and eloquence, introduced the orator of the occasion, the Hon. 
Chauncey M. Depew. 

As the eloquent orator rose and stepped forward, looking every 
inch the elegant gentleman that he is, he was received with true 
American style, enthusiasm and admiration bursting forth in one 
prolonged applause. When the applause wore itself out and died 
down, and ears were leaned toward the speaker, his clear tones rang 
out over that vast assemblage, musical as a bugle note. So perfect 
were thQ acoustic arrangements of the stand that the orator’s every 
syllable was distinctly heard by the millions of people before him. 

Never before did such words fall from the lips of mortal man. 
He spoke as one having inspiration. Elegant, ornate, eloquent and 
full of wisdom his address swayed the multitude before him with all 
the emotions that could be touched by the words of man. Eyes 


wept and lips rejoiced. Hands fell in holy reverence and raised in 
praise. A multitude as the mind of one man rose to the height and 
breadth of oratory and swayed to the touch of a single thought. 
The spectacle was sublime and indescribable. 

Did space permit the entire oration should be here recorded, but 
it does not. The reader must be satisfied with the close of the per- 
oration which bore a eulogy to the home of the great World’s Fair, 
the land of freedom, the last, long abiding place of liberty — Amer- 
ica. 

With inspiration illuming every feature and in perfect touch 
and harmony with his audience, continuing the orator said: 

“America! Four hundred years have made thy giant steps of pro- 
gress shake the world. Four hundred years have reared thy granite 
monument of states to universal liberty and peace. Four hundred 
years have raised the flag of universal truce and entwined thy brow 
with the olive and the bay. Four hundred years have spread that 
reverent kiss, that first touch of civilization, until thy fair fields are 
made to blossom as the rose. Four hundred years have spread the 
fields of plenty to the touch of husbandry, and labor looks up and 
smiles amid its toil. Four hundred years have reared our halls of 
learning, and the sweet wine of truth flows from the vintage of the 
Lord. Four hundred years have echoed the sweet voice of freedom 
from where rolls the Atlantic to where rocks the Pacific in heart- 
heaving harmonies voiced but for thee. Four hundred years have 
heralded thy name to every shore and made its accents sweet to those 
oppressed of every tongue and every clime. Thy people, reared 
amid the music of their daily toil, whose hands were used to guide 
the implements of husbandry, were not unfit to wield the sword or 
man the instruments of war. Storm clouds and angry winds of 
battle have spread a desolation vast, and made thy soil most pre- 
cious with thy dead, but peace, dove-like, returned and laid the olive 
branch upon the grave of buried strife. Thy land is broad, thy 
cities great, thy rule is freedom and thy king is God.” 


Thus with pageantry and parade, with music and song, with 
emblems, welcome and peace, with gold and glitter and the triumph 
of art, with the pomp and dignity of state, with the pride and hope 
of America, with the eloquence of silvery-tongued speech, and in a 
blaze of glory was the great World’s Columbian Exposition opened. 


A NIGHT AT THE FAIR. 


Brilliancy of the Exposition at Night — Display of Illuminating 
Devices — Pyrotechnics — Electric Fountain — Prismatic Colors — - 
Artificial Rainbow — Electric Storm — Phantoms — Lightning and 
Thunder — Tests of Fuel — Boiling Lake — Heated Atmosphere — 
Floating Islands — Burning Projectiles — In the Line of Perpetual 
Snow — A Square Mile of Burning Water — The Burning Lake ol 
Naphtha Vapor — Rolling Tide of Flame — A Mountain of Fire — 
The Splendor of Bursting Meteors. 

T HE Fair on almost any night was enjoyable. The emotions excited 
by the magnitude of interesting displays, by the sense of immens- 
ity, the consciousness of vastness on every hand, were magnified by 
the shadows that fell at night, rendering dim and uncertain outlines 
grotesque and phantom-like. While the grounds were brilliantly lighted 
with electricity, and, ordinarily, shed a daylight refulgence upon the 
entire area, on this particular night these lights were modified to meet 
the necessities of the wonderful exhibitions given. The night was set 
apart fop the display of all illuminating devices, pyrotechnics, fuels, 
explosives, illusions and interests of this class. The night was wholly 
given to amusements, and stands among the many noted successes of 
the Fair. 

The exhibition was given on Lake Front, and out upon floating 
islands, booths, vessels and floats on the waters of Lake Michigan. 
Tiers of seats extending two hundred feet high encircled the park on 
the north, west and south, on which the visitors were disposed in the 
most comfortable and orderly fashion. On the upper balconies of the 
Art Hall were placed the Mexican, Marine, English, German and 


French bands, which interspersed the many thrilling scenes with sub- 
lime music. 

At eight o’clock the great bell of Columbia boomed forth the hour 
of opening. No programmes had been distributed, but on a canvas six 
hundred feet above, a huge magic lantern cast the announcement of the 
performances as the exhibition proceeded. 

As the heavy tones of the bell were lost out in the dense darkness 
over Lake Michigan, a soft silvery moon-like light bathed the silent 
scene in the mellow radiance of an Italian sunset. So restful was the 
picture, so serene, so tranquil, so calm, so quiet that the dream of an 
archangel could not have been a more soothing and holy vision. 
Gradually rays of light, falling from unseen sources, almost impercep- 
tibly increased the light until a radiance flooded that gorgeous scene in 
which the beams of the meridian sun would have cast a shadow. The 
fountains flashed like molten silver; the water lay like lakes of rippling 
diamonds ; the earth glowed like gold ; windows shone like stars, and 
the great dome of the Art Hall rose like a ball of fire. For a moment 
this dazzling brightness gleamed, quivered, shimmered like palpitating 
flame, then with mingled shades of green, blue, red, yellow, crimson 
and pink, faded out into total darkness. 

Near the center of the grounds an electric fountain shot a stream 
of yellowish white four hundred feet straight into the night. For a 
moment it gleamed like seething flame shedding abroad a light of fickle 
and uncertain hues; then, with the mingled sounds of leaping tor- 
rents, a thousand streams, flashing with all the prismatic colors, danced 
like spectres in their orgies of the night, and fell to the pool which lay 
like a lake of burning oil. At this moment all the illuminating devices 
present burst forth, mingling their rays of many tints in one grand flood 
of light, until it seemed as if the very air itself was on fire. Through- 
out the grounds these illuminating stands had been arranged, and at 
this moment they were giving an exhibition in the advanced art of illu- 
mination that could not be eclipsed by the flaming world itself. The 
changing lines of the lights were shifted in intensity and form until, at 
the close, was exhibited a gigantic arch spanning the entire park, radi- 


ant with all the colors of the rainbow. This was greeted with one 
loud, long demonstration of joy from the millions of people assembled. 

Along the edge of the lake were myriads of glass tubes suspended 
two hundred feet in length, having broken metal centers. These were 
connected at the top by an electric wire and reached to the earth. As 
the rainbow faded from sight and darkness settled over the scene, the 
switch was turned and a shower of fire fell along the water’s edge. 
From some place out of the night sheets of lightning would flash, fol- 
lowed by the hoarse voice of jarring thunder, adding a sense of terror 
to the magnificent spectacle of the electric shower. Finally a daz- 
zling, blinding flash of lightning shot athwart the half-illumined scene, 
a deafening peal of thunder came and all was dark, black as the burned- 
out sun. 

Close down by the lake a blue flame rose, flickered and flashed up 
and danced like a merry sprite clothed in the reflection of glow-worms. 
A pale, ghostly light touched the rippling surface of the water, and a 
strange sense of uneasiness and unrest settled down upon the throng. 
Leaping a little higher the blue flame became tipped with white and 
rimmed with all the primary colors. Presently there came a flash that 
lighted up the grounds with the brilliancy of lightning, and instantly 
to the south a;id to the north balls of fire rolled and cracked and 
smoked and sparkled like burning steel. This was the beginning of 
the grand pyrotechnic display, and as these balls of fire rolled along — 
one to the south, the other to the north — they ignited the different 
works, and such an exhibition of pyrotechnic skill was never before 
seen. From the little spark floating out in the darkness to the scream- 
ing rockets that tore pathways of fire through the night, and the sheets 
of flame that waved and cracked and roared a thousand feet above, the 
scene was one of intense excitement and indescribable magnitude. 
Emblems, delicately wrought devices, huge portraits, grotesque shapes, 
hideous spectres, savage beasts, battle scenes, burning ships, funeral 
pyres, hanging gardens, hissing serpents, sea monsters, flaming forests, 
burning plains, the infernal regions and horrible demons would blaze to 
view and go out with a flash of lightning and voice of thunder. For 


half an hour this display, filled with excitement, almost terror, raged 
along the lake front, then burned out to the south and burned out to 
the north. For one second darkness fell, then a white-robed angel in 
billows of clouds hung above the waters for a moment, and the grandest 
display of fire works the world will ever see was over. 

Then were the exhibitions made with fuels of different natures. 
These were private enterprises but of a very attractive, entertaining and 
extensive character. The advancement of the past few years in this 
direction has been marvelous. If the next generation witnesses the 
strides of progress, the present has made, the fuel will be drawn from 
air and water, and a point of flame will be as effective in heat force as 
furnaces of coals are to-day. 

The first exhibition given consisted of demonstrating the proper- 
ties of compressed gas. Out on one of the floating islands on the lake 
a stack of these blocks was made about one hundred tons in weight. 
This was fired, and in twenty minutes water dipped up from the lake a 
quarter of a mile away from the burning island would boil an egg 
thoroughly done in two minutes. At the close of this, a block of fuel 
made of the condensed vapor extracted from a substance found in the 
natural gas fields was projected a thousand feet upward and ignited by 
a graduated fuse, and instantly the air fell withering to the earth. 
Another block was projected into the line of perpetual snow, and in a 
short time a gentle shower fell, much to the relief of the people who 
were panting in the heated air caused by the burning of the former 
block. A half ounce of flammine, a newly-discovered substance, was 
placed on a square foot of solid steel and ignited by a long fuse. In 
three minutes it melted a straight and even hole about two-thirds of the 
way through the block. Several exhibitions of speed were given by 
the vessels in the lake under the use of different fuels, in order to test 
the efficacy of each. It was discovered that flammine was the most 
powerful, but was not the most practical, because no substance had yet 
been discovered with which to construct a fire box that would resist the 
intense heat for more than an hour. After the conclusion of this race, 
which in itself was quite a feature of the evening, the lake was cleared 


of vessels, floating islands, booths, etc., and one of the grandest and 
most terrorizing spectacles ever beheld was exhibited. * 

By a system of pipes which had previously been laid at a certain 
depth beneath the surface of water, a square mile of the lake was 
covered with naphtha vapor, mixed with various colored matters and 
made of different degrees of inflammability. This was ignited by a 
rocket sent skimming along the outer edge, and at once there arose a 
flame of many hues and began to roll toward the shore. At first it 
seemed as if the rising sun had flung her fiery train upon the waters 
and thrown her flaming locks above the sea. It was an inspiring sight, 
and the multitude sat entranced with mingled emotions awakened by 
the sublime and the terrible. On rolled the billows of flame and the 
shifting hues flashed back lights faint, uncertain, brilliant and intense. 
Higher the waves of fire mounted and roared, gleamed and boiled as if 
the great depths of the lake were bubbling up in seething founts of fire. 
As if exhausted by the violence of its own efforts it settled down at 
length until but an undulating line of light could be seen along the 
water’s rim. Along the northern edge a red mist rose and turned to 
a wall of living flame. To the east and south, fiery bolts shot up with 
cannon-like reports, and the hissing, writhing water mounted up in 
sheets of steam. The scene was now one of wildest terror. Flames 
were mounting mountain high and rolling like billows of burning 
water toward the center. A flash along the shore, and out to meet the 
inrushing tide of flame, rolled the burning waves, shooting their light- 
ning flashes out into the gleaming rents of night. Fiercely the tides 
rolled on, gathering in force and volume, rising in height and intensity, 
for the final effort ; mounting a hundred feet above the boiling, hissing 
water the four walls of leaping flame rushed like winged meteors to the 
center and burst into a thousand writhing, twisting, lapping flames 
that screamed and moaned and shrieked, like the defeated hosts falling 
down the walls of heaven. 

The electric lights were turned on and the audience filed out 
subdued to silence by the sublimed spectacle they had witnessed. 


THE WORLD’S CONVENTION. 


First Since the Roman Times — America on the Stage — The Boxes 
and the Potentates — The Oriental Despots — The Electric 
Lights — France — Great Britain — Germany — The College of 
Cardinals — The President’s Speech — Colonel Ingersoll’s Ora- 
tion — Announcement by Secretary Blaine — Responses by 
Caprivi and Gladstone — Mr. Peck. 

N O ceremonial event has ever approached last night’s reception 
at the Auditorium. Seats for 8,000 souls were provided, 
and infinite care was taken to apportion the space to the 
nations in the order of their rank and the numerical character of 
their attendance. 

This splendid event, the first of its kind in the history of the 
modern world, was arranged with such tact, and perfected with 
such good nature and unselfishness, that the amour propre of the 
weakest nation was conserved. The smallest republic of the Alps, 
Pyrenees or Andes had as little of which it might complain as the 
ten Russias, or the vast conglomeration of Austrian realms. 

The American delegation was seated in the rear of the stage. 
Upon the three front chairs sat the president, the governor and the 
mayor. Behind them were ranged the forty-two remaining gover- 
nors. Next came the cabinet, the Supreme Court, the army, the 
navy, the Senate, the House, the delegation of letters, of art, of 
science, of law, of the pulpit, of agriculture, of manufacture. Next 
sat the mayors of all cities with over 10,000 inhabitants. Next 
came a body of 1,000 judges, chosen as delegates of the national 
judiciary. 


The press was represented alone by its working force, a body of 
1,000 of the most skilful writers of the age. 

In the boxes sat her majesty, the queen of Great Britain and 
Ireland, and empress of India. Directly opposite was the czar of 
Russia, surrounded by grand dukes, with the chancellor, M. De 
Giers. Beside this box was the box of Kaiser Wilhelm. Beside her 
majesty Kaiser Franz Josef was placed. In other boxes were the 
president of France, the president of Brazil, the king of Italy, the 
king of Portugal, the queen regent and king of Spain, the shah of 
Persia, the sultan or grand seignior, the king of Denmark, the king 
of the Netherlands, the king of Norway and Sweden, the various 
German reigning princes, the rulers of the minor republics, and the 
reigning princes of the East. The holy father alone was absent. 

Screened from public view were the loges of the emperor of 
China, the emperor of Japan, and a half-dozen other Oriental mon- 
archs, whose desire to visit the World’s Fair became known at the 
last moment, and, together with the visits of the grand seigniors, 
have given the managers no end of anxiety, and caused unheard-of 
fatigue at headquarters. 

It cannot be amiss to speak of the care with which the Audito- 
rium was lighted. As at the national convention of June, which sat 
here, the spaces on the floor and in the galleries were marked with 
electric lights. For instance, the inclosure marked “ France ” carries 
t hose letters in colored lights at every gate, while the bounds of the 
delegation are cleverly traced in miniature lights of red, white and 
blue. 

Prominent in the apartment of France sat the Academy of 
France in full dress of office. We noticed Dr. Pasteur, Alphonse 
Daudet, Emile Zola, the present ministry, the prefects of ten leading 
departments, including the cities of Marseilles, Bordeaux, Lille, 
Paris, Havre and Nancy. The French Senate and Chamber were 
well represented. The Academy of Paris sent twenty professors. 
The French band received an ovation on its return to these shores. 


In the seats of England sat Mr. Gladstone, Mr. Parnell, the 
Cabinet, the Peers and the Commons ; the great societies ; Tennyson, 
Swinburne and many other poets; Froude, Green, Birrill, Lang> 
and many authors, the lord mayors of London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, 
Liverpool, Birmingham and Manchester ; a hundred generals and 
admirals of the army and navy, headed by Wolsely ; Cardinal 
Manning and his clergy ; the archbishops of the Established Church 
and their distinguished bishops and canons ; one hundred judges 
and barristers ; and a picked delegation of 500 representative em- 
ployes of the empire. 

While the delegation of Austria and Prussia were not so com- 
plete, it can be said that Germany, on the other hand, furnished 
even a more august category of illustrious and important personages. 
At the front of these was the great Capri vi, probably as much 
noticed as any occupant of chair or box. Beside him was Von 
Moltke. The Council and Legislature of Prussia, the Council and 
Legislature of the empire, the Legislatures of Bavaria, Saxony and 
other German kingdoms, seemed to be en masse . The army and 
navy, both of vast dimensions, of course, filled the space with 
flashing uniforms. The universities were given seats of honor in 
the rear of Caprivi. 

The College of Cardinals made a spectacle which was clearly a 
feature of the evening. Their presence was a subject of much con- 
gratulation among the Catholic nations. 

Pages ran with invitations from every box, offering hospitality 
to Caprivi and Gladstone. A sensation was caused by the final 
acceptance of these offers, when Caprivi was seen to enter the box 
of the Chinese emperor, and Gladstone was beheld at the side of the 
screen which shut the Mikado from public view. It is understood 
that this programme was suggested by the czar, as it was known 
that the presence of Gladstone and Caprivi in the parquette would 
delay and obstruct the ceremonies. Kalnoky, Castelar, Verdi and 
Gounod were much noticed. 


The reader should not be offered a longer or more careful bill of 
particulars, neither is there space to record the thousand genial cour- 
tesies which passed from nation to nation. These may be found at 
length in the daily press. 

At nine o’clock everybody was in place. At that moment the 
president arose, and was greeted with such acclaim as the Europeans 
bestow on their rulers. At the close, the British Grenadiers played 
the “ Exposition Overture” by Verdi. The governor and the mayor 
followed the French band, and the German band interspersed the 
special compositions of Gounod and Ambroise Thomas. 

The oration for America, by Robert G. Ingersoll, and the poem 
by James Whitcomb Riley, are in print. They were cheered to the 
echo, for such was the spirit of good will that nothing could pass 
without approval. It may be said of Ingersoll, besides, that compe- 
tent judges declared his effort to be the most beautiful tribute that 
ever fell from human lips. 

Well might this advocate be stirred to the deepest font of his 
eloquence. The first of orators, he addressed the first delegated 
group which this world has offered to modern times. To this sub- 
lime inspiration was added the knowledge of Secretary Blaine’s 
forthcoming announcement, for, no sooner had died away the 
acclamations that followed Ingersoll’s closing syllables, than Mr. 
Blaine begged to offer to the world the first intimation of the success 
of the Conference of Kings. By the terms of the cartel already 
drawn every army in Europe would be diminished one-half at New 
Year’s. Even the vast delegation of German and French officers 
cheered upon this deliverance, and Ingersoll made bold to call for 
Gladstone and Caprivi, whose impromptu addresses from the boxes 
gave an unexpected and dramatic finale to the greatest scene recorded 
so far in history. 

There was not a mishap or a misadventure. The organ pealed 
its afterpiece at precisely eleven o’clock, and at 11:3° there was not 
a carriage or a sound on either side of the vast granite structure. 


The men who made the Auditorium were able to fill and empty 
the edifice without an improper admission, and without an invasion 
of the rigid etiquette which monarchs maintain. 

Mr. Peck has accepted many decorations, by virtue of the special 
favor of Congress. There was a widespread desire to see him last 
night, which he did not have time or disposition to gratify. 


SOLDIERS’ DAY AT THE FAIR. 


The Greatest Military Parade of the World — The Last Review Be- 
fore the Disbandment of the Armies — Preparations for the 
Great Day — Stately Lines of Gold and Steel — Decoration 
Day — The Solemn Commemoration of the Fallen Brave — 
the Graves of the Dead Decorated With a Profusion of 
Bloom — Unveiling of Cenotaphs to the Southern and For- 
eign Dead — The Discovery of a Remarkable Poem — The Au- 
thorship a Mystery — A Reward of $2,500 Offered for the 
Discovery of the Writer. 

I T WILL be understood that, notwithstanding the declaration of 
international peace and the provisions for disbanding armies, 
no soldiers had yet been discharged, as the peace declarations 
had not gone into effect. So it was arranged for the soldiers to 
have a day at the Fair and give one of the grandest parades and re- 
views ever witnessed. New York had had her naval display, and 
that event was to be entirely eclipsed by the martial array of this 
day. Picked detachments of foreign troops had been transported 
for this occasion, placed in camp and put in readiness for the parade. 

The arrangement of details and the general management of the 
affair were given into the hands of a committee of the soldiery of 
this country. After due deliberation, it was determined to set apart 
Decoration Day as the day on which to hold their reunion, their re- 
view, and also perform a sacred duty in observing the beautiful 
custom of decorating the soldiers’ graves. It was a beautiful con- 
ception to have the soldiers of all lands, forgetful of all wars and 


animosities, join in one common commemoration of their fellow- 
comrades. The happy sentiment suggested in this so appealed to 
the hearts of the soldiery and the common country, that a day was 
gladly given up for this object alone. 

There had to be a limit placed somewhere on the soldiers in 
line, and by general consent it was fixed at 300,000 officers and 
men. This included infantry, cavalry and artillery, each nation 
being represented by each department of service. It is needless to 
say that the flower of all armies was chosen to appear in this great 
international review and parade. The finest and best drilled men 
were called out, and all were equipped in dazzling uniforms and 
burnished accoutrements. One could not look upon these long lines 
of sturdy soldiers, these stalwart men trained for war, without re- 
alizing to what great waste do wars lead. Think of the vast stand- 
ing armies of the world, taken from the fields of labor and produc- 
tion, and maintained in idleness so far as material national growth 
is concerned, and at what enormous expense! The greatest day in 
all military history was that on which the Convention of Nations 
issued its declaration for the disbandment of armies. 

The programme for Decoration Day was, first, the parade and 
review, the decoration of graves, the unveiling of two cenotaphs at 
Lake Front, and exhibition drills. Early on the morning of the 
day a twenty-inch gun was fired at the French barracks as a signal 
for rising. Bugles and drum beats were heard throughout the camps, 
and soon all was life and bustle. All the civil demonstrations of 
the days before had given way to the gorgeous display of military 
parade. The martial bands, the voice of command, the clash of 
arms, the clatter of hoofs, the rumble of wheels, the tramp of men, 
the shrill calls of bugles were music to the soldiers’ ears and awe-in- 
spiring to the dense blocks of humanity crowding into view. An- 
other discharge thundered from the mouth of the great gun at the 
French barracks, and that glittering, stately column of gold and 
steel began to move. From the streets, sidewalks, temporized plat 


forms, doors, windows and housetops an audience larger than ever 
gathered before, looked upon a military parade greater than the 
■world had ever before produced. Never had an army marched forth 
in such splendor of dress or so well equipped for battle. All the 
latest inventions in modern warfare, from the swords at the sides 
of officers to the long-range cannons drawn by horses caparisoned 
with gold and silver, and proud in the grandeur of parade. From 
one end to the other of that long line of soldiery there were contin- 
ual surprises in richness of display and gorgeousness of equipage* 
There has nothing ever been seen to equal it, and never will be, for 
never has such an army been massed in one line, and by this time 
another year it will be following the active paths of peace, for the 
trade of war will have passed away. 

As the front of the column passed the reviewing stand, details 
were dispatched to perform the solemn rites of the day, and never 
were soldiers’ graves so profusely strewn with flowers or adorned 
with truer hearts or more sympathetic hands. The flowers upon the 
graves may become odorless and return to the earth that gave them 
birth, but the sentiments that cluster around this noble deed will 
live forever. In the future eons of peace, when strife is forgotten, 
when no more the war-drum’s throb shall be heard or the reveille 
awake the worn soldier, a nation will pause to commemorate the 
deeds of valor and lay the bloom upon the green mounds. 

At the close of the decorative exercises preparations had been 
completed for the unveiling of the cenotaphs. No one knew what 
these consisted of except the committee having the matter in charge 
and the sculptors. A detail of the American troops was delegated 
to perform this service in the immediate presence of the officers 
and armies. When the veil was drawn from the first, there stood 
delicately moulded in bronze the figure of the goddess of liberty 
bearing upon a tablet of silver the words, 

To Our Southern Dead. 

The veil was lifted from the second, and a bronze statue repre- 


senting the goddess of peace stood in all the beauty of the sculptor’s 
art, bearing a like tablet on which were carved the words, 

To The Foreign Brave. 

In this solemn performance there was a sad beauty mingled with 
a pretty sentiment that was feelingly impressed upon that audience 
of bronzed warriors. The military bearing bowed in the attitude of 
reverence as here, away from the storms of war, away from the time 
of conflict, they erected to the memory of their dead comrades these 
cenotaphs and hung about them wreathes of the laurel and immor- 
telle. 

******* 

An incident that occurred on this day must be recorded. It is 
a pleasure to be able to leave to the world in a permanent form 
the full text of a poem found beneath the veil covering the cenotaph 
erected to the Southern dead. No one knows how the poem was 
placed there, nor can the author be found. At the conclusion of 
the exhibition drills Mr. Lawrence Barrett, on request, read it from 
the platforn of the amphitheatre to the crowd of soldiers and citi- 
zens below, amid the most enthusiastic demonstrations of applause. 

The publisher of this book offers a reward of $2,500 to any one 
who will discover the author of the poem and forward to the office 
of this publication his name with satisfactory proof of authenticity. 

The following is the poem in full. The manuscript complete 
is preserved in the archives of the Nation: 

To the Fallen Brave. 

We come, we come to the halls of the dead, 

Where silence and death are reposing; 

Where garlands of flowers their fragrance still shed 
O’er the graves our heroes enclosing. 

Where memory still loves with its tendrils to cling 
’Round the tombs where the loyal are sleeping; 

And sweet recollection still folds its soft wing 
O’er the mounds where the willow is weeping. 


Where the mother and sister kneel down in their love, 
And the wife’s tender hands are caressing, 

The silent, sweet flowers fresh blooming above, 

O’er the dust that a nation is blessing. 

Where the father bends low his white hairs o’er the grave, 
Where his dear soldier boy is yet dreaming; 

And turns far away from the sleep of the brave, 

To the star of his valor still gleaming. 

Where the lilac and myrtle bright memories keep, 

Where the hand of fond childhood has brought them, 

To mark the long rest of the father’s last sleep, 

With the shroud of the warrior about him. 

Where the maiden has lain the bright hopes of her life 
Beneath the green turf with her lover; 

And guards the pale trophies of war’s cruel strife, 

Where a nation’s affections still hover. 

We come, we come not in battle array, 

With bugle, and drums loudly beating, 

But we come in the peace of this hallowed day, 

Our love for the brave fondly keeping. 

We bring no loud tramp of the mustering clan, 

No booming of cannon nor mad musket rattle; 

No wild rushing horse, no fierce charging van, 

Nor death in the red front of battle. 

The sword and the saber lie rusting away 

Where the hands of loved peace have lain them ; 

And a nation is fervently blessing the day, 

When no blood of the warrior will stain them. 

The march and the field with their horrors have fled, 

The camp in green pastures is lying ; 

The horseman no longer rides over the dead, 

No heroes in battle lie dying. 


The ramparts of war are deserted and still, 

The bivouac in peace is reposing ; 

The bugle’s fierce voice no longer shall thrill, 

The hearts the kind tomb is enclosing. 

The charger lies dead on the far sunny field, 

And the rider beside him is sleeping ; 

The swords lie crossed in peace on the shield, 

And a truce eternal are keeping. 

We come, we come not to weep and to mourn, 

But to love and renew our devotion ; 

To cherish the dust of the spirit that’s gone, 

In the depths of our heart’s true emotion. 

We come to remember the deeds of the brave, 

Who before us in silence are sleeping ; 

And we drop not a tear on the grassy green grave, 

For we love too fondly for weeping. 

We bring these pure flowers as emblems of love 
That grows in our hearts, ever blooming, 

And in our devotion we place them above, 

On the graves our fallen entombing. 

We raise a new stone by the tombs of the dead, 

And carve the bright deeds of their glory ; 

Remembering the blood they so gallantly shed 
On the battlefield ghastly and gory. 

We chant our fond love in the tombs of the brave, 
Sleeping soft on the coffin’s cold pillow; 

And twine our effections around the still grave, 

As we plant the pine, olive and willow. 

We scatter these flowers in devotion replete, 

These garlands of cypress and roses, 

Where the dreamer sleeps on in his red winding-sheet, 
As the worrior from battle reposes. 


They are gone, they are gone, their spirits have fled, 
Their bodies before us are sleeping; 

Yet dearer than living to us are the dead, 

Who died when freedom was weeping. 

We shed not a tear, express not a sigh, 

For they are not dead who seemed dying; 

’Tis living forever for country to die, 

As died the brave boys yonder lying. 

And to-day as we meet ’mid the emerald mounds, 

With the cypress and ivy entwining, 

We hallow, thrice hallow the last camping grounds, 
Where the warriors in peace are reclining. 

We break not their rest in the sweet sleep of morn. 
Where silence leads in its soft numbers, 

But pass by the cots where the sleepers dream on, 

And leave them at rest in their slumbers. 

For the day had grown weary, and war had grown sore, 
With battle, and weary night tramping; 

And now they lie down with their labors all o’er 
In the bivouac where death is encamping. 

They dream never more of the battle afar, 

While peace their pale vigils is keeping; 

Nor feel they again the toil of dread war, 

As they lie on their couch sweetly sleeping. 

We hang the white curtains of peace, round their tomb, 
A love-wreath entwine pure and tender ; 

Though friends may depart, the stranger will come, 

And the deeds of their valor remember. 

We love them, we love them — the lives that are gone — 
That sank ’neath war’s stormy billows ; 

Too brave to be wept, too loyal to mourn, 

As they sleep in the shade neath the willows. 


O, land, lovely land ! thy bosom has bled, 

Thy rivers with crimson been flowing ; 

The laurel and cypress wave o’er thy dead, 

Where camp-fires nightly were glowing. 

O, land of sweet sorrows, of mem’ries divine ! 

Of the trench and battle field gory ; 

The purple, the crape and the crimson entwine 
A wreath to thy dead and thy glory. 

Thy martyrs are many, thy heroes unnumbered, 

Are beyond the dark river encamping ; 

Where the bugle no more shall awake their long slumber, 
Nor war-drum is heard, nor sentry tramping. 

Thy mountains have shook by the touch of mad war, 
Thy vales by the charger been trampled ; 

The pall and the shroud thy memorials are, 

And the crape has thy halls often mantled. 

But to-day as we come to these dear burial grounds, 
Where the knell is so softly still ringing, 

We gather in fondness amid these green mounds, 

The cedar and olive branch bringing ; 

For the angel of peace spreads its wings o’er the field, 
Where the spirit of war has long slumbered ; 

And thy battle-scarred bosom rich fruitage shall yield 
To millions unborn and unnumbered. 

But where are the dead who repose far away ? 

Where no hands the sweet flowers are strowing, 

Where the forms of our heroes unnumbered decay, 
Where the brier and thistle are growing. 

U ncoffined their bodies, unshrouded their forms, 

As they lie in the sepulchere’s gloaming ; 

Where haunts the dull clanging and clatter of arms, 

And the raven and night-wind are roaming. 


Where solitude broods alone with the dead, 

And where the pale watch is still keeping ; 

Where the tombs still echo the spirit’s soft tread,, 

As it watches the corse silent sleeping. 

Their labors are ended and let them sleep on 
In the winding-sheet war has made gory? 

Their spirits in triumph have risen and gone 
Beyond the white gates of bright glory. 

O, heroes! O, martyrs! sleep on with the brave! 

’Tis sweeter your labors thus ended ; 

To-day is your joy, the peace of the grave, 

Where repose and glory are blended. 

No reward could be sweeter than that which is yours, — 
The soft sleep of death ’neath the willows ; 

Where naught shall disturb your pale bark as it moors 
At rest far away from the billows. 

Sleep on in the tombs so hallowed and blest, 

While death its sweet quiet is giving ; 

Your reward is the grave with its peace and its rest, 
And the homage and love of the living. 

Your bodies to earth and your spirits to God, 

Your achievements and glory are ours, 

As you sleep with hands folded beneath the green sod, 
And the love that is strewn with these flowers. 

Then rest from the toil and the dangers of war, 

The swift and the sullen destroyer, 

And dream never more of the battle afar, 

For the grave is a truce to the warrior. 

The reveille no more shall awake your soft sleep, 

Nor foes shall be marshalled before you; 

The pall and the crape your memories keep, 

And the cypress in silence bends o’er you. 


Dream on ye pale sleepers, your labors are done, 

Your glory and honor are ours; 

And here to recall the achievements you won, 

We scatter these garlands of flowers. 

The ivy shall twine above your pale forms, 

In constant and tender devotion; 

The myrtle and lily shall blend their bright charms, 

As emblems of love’s deep emotion. 

The laurel and locust above you shall grow, 

And the cypress bend low in its weeping; 

The hawthorn and olive in fondness shall blow, 

Where the heath its dead watch is keeping. 

The bay tree in peace above you shall wave, 

Where the daisy and fern are entwining; 

The palm and the tulip shall shelter the grave, 

Where the yictors at rest are reclining. 

The violet bends low its tiny white head, 

Where the rose and the satin are teeming; 

And the cedar boughs droop o’er the couch of the dead, 
Where the warriors in quiet lie dreaming. 

The snowdrop in beauty and silence will bloom, 

Where the daffodil sweetly is blowing; 

And the cardinal twines in love ’round the tomb, 

Where the fig and the orange are growing. 

Above you a crown of white roses we place, 

And on your green mounds lay the mallow, 

Our affections shall ever your mem’ries embrace, 

As we meet ’round the tombs that you hallow. 

Rest on, rest on beneath the bright bloom, 

Our affections beside you are lying ; 

We remember no more the dread of the tomb, 

For death was made sweet by your dying. 


You are gone from the land your labors have blest, 
Where the fathers have gone on before you ; 
Where ages on ages shall break not your rest, 

As a Nation its garlands twines o’er you. 

Sleep on, sleep on ’neath the emerald sod, 

As we come to remember and love you. 

We leave you, we leave you to earth and to God, 
As we kiss the fair flowers above you. 


LADIES DAY AT THE FAIR. 


Woman’s World Astir — The Prayer — The Immortal Nine — Chivalry 
of Nineteenth Century America — Gallantry Turned Loose in the 
Reign of the Dog Star — Grand Exhibition of Courtesy — A 
Ladies’ National Commission Appointed. The Commission Lim- 
ited for Financial Reasons — Convention of the National Board — 
Discussion of Great Issues of Vital Importance — Wave of Ad- 
vanced Thought. Buddhism — The Occult — Hypnotism — Theos- 
ophy — Nirvana — Scenes at the Fair — The Nation’s Great Ladies 
— Allurements of the Booth — Rare Collection of Beauty — The 
Blaze of Noonday — The Close at Evening. 

B ACK somewhere in history it is recorded that an alchemist, intent 
on discovering the elixir of life — the spring of eternal youth, 
withdrew from the world and grew to neglect his wife who pined 
alone and was filled with great sorrow. Busy with his retorts and 
alembics, he thought of nothing but his elixir and the eternal youth 
and beauty he should some day bestow upon humanity. Defeat met 
him at every turn, and his elements would not yield up the great 
secret which he knew they concealed. He grew sour, morose, melan- 
choly, and his indigestion filled him with evil forebodings, depression, 
and he weakened with much weariness. One evening as he sat in the 
dim light of his laboratory bemoaning his hard fate, his wife, the first 
time for years, entered unbidden, intent on cheering up her husband 
with the great beauty nature had given her, and the freshness and hope 
that had come back to her out of a once desolate world. The old 
alchemist sat gazing at his retort and caught the reflection there of a 


beautiful face, radiant with smiles and voluptuous with health. Sud- 
denly he awoke from his half dream with the thought that his long- 
looked-for elixir had at last been found. The next moment that beau- 
tiful face was against his, and through his every nerve he felt his 
youth and strength return, and a joy he had once put away came back 
and nestled in his heart. The reflection of a woman’s face in his retort 
brought to him the elixir his alchemy had failed to discover. He 
found that the perfection of life, the triumph of human endeavor, and 
the font of eternal joy and peace, was the gentle spirit of woman. 

The day of alchemy has long since passed away, but the age of 
woman is here with a vengeance. So, when the Commissioners were 
appointed for the World’s Fair they were promptly petitioned and 
prayed to appoint a commission of ladies as helpmeets to the lords who 
had undertaken to grapple with the great problems alone. There was 
a slender-waisted, jewel-fingered, sweetly-smiling voice begged the 
appointment of nine ladies of Chicago, only nine out of all this great 
city, to help the poor men bear the burden in the heat of the day. 
There were more patriotic women in the city who were willing to sac- 
rifice their husbands’ comfort and digestion in order to serve the dear 
people, but limiting the number to nine increased the honor, and that 
number was considered to place about the proper degree of dignity on 
the position sought. 

There are gallant men in America, chivalrous men, and some of 
them were appointed by the President on the Board of National Com- 
missioners of the great Columbian Exposition. In fact, it would be a 
matter of great difficulty to appoint any number of Americans on any 
board without naming some of our most gallant beaux. This Commis- 
sion was not appointed wholly on account of their chivalry, and there 
are some who thought they were appointed solely to get down to work, 
select a site for the Fair, put up the proper buildings and make it the 
biggest affair the world ever saw. But early in the game this Commis- 
sion ran against this prayer from these women, and immediately there 
came a tinge of blush, hats were doffed, and delicate bouquets blos- 
somed out on manly breasts. 


The supreme moment in the lives of many of these men had 
come, and the opportunity could not be lost. They tumbled over each 
other in getting to the front as advocates of woman’s representation. 
This was to be a world’s fair, and are not women a part of the world ? 
Thus they logically reasoned, and thus the ladies’ prayer was granted, 
and nine ladies of this city of fair women stood wondering where the 
lightning would strike; and the public awaited breathlessly, wondering 
where, out of a city so full of really proficient ladies, would the select 
few be chosen. 

But the beginning of the end had not been seen. Gallantry is 
contagious, and the first thing any one knew an epidemic of it 
had broken out, and the dog star at full reign. This 
great burden of gallantry could not be unloaded on only nine women, 
and these units of enthusiastic gallantry multiplied so rapidly that the 
heat from the friction disturbed the operation of the telegraph and tele- 
phone wires, and at one time the 4 — 11 fire alarm was turned in. 
When this vaulting and acrobatic gallantry had exhausted its resources 
the matter stood about this way : Not only the nine women should be 
recognized, but a Ladies’ National Commission should be appointed. 
This should consist of two ladies from each State and Territory, three 
from the Gulf of Mexico, two from the Mississippi River, seventeen 
from the Great Lakes, four from the Rocky Mountains, two from 
Bunker Hill, three from the Pacific Ocean and five from the Atlantic 
Ocean, and one at large from the Fourth of July. Some of the most 
ambitious gallants favored the appointment of ten thousand Commis- 
sioners-at- Large, but, as all these would have complimentary tickets to 
the Fair, the financiers of the Commission objected, and as they stood 
on a specie basis, their objections prevailed. 

When the Ladies’ Commission was appointed and the names of the 
members made known, a meeting was arranged and in due time held. 
The object of the meeting was to discuss the material for exhibits and 
the manner of displaying them. The Auditorium was secured for a 
place of meeting, and every member was present except the delegate- 
at-large from the Fourth of July, who was over in China arranging for 


a large invoice of China fire crackers. Mrs. Sonhenne Ballerdeaux, of 
the Gulf of Mexico, presided, and the chronicler of this faithful narra- 
tive entered just in time to hear the president say: “The meeting of 
the Ladies’ National World’s Columbian Exposition Commission is 
duly and solemnly declared open for business.” Silence reigned. 
“Well, ladies, what is your pleasure?” said the chair. 

“I think,” said a delegate from Bunker Hill, “the chair would 
better state the object of the meeting.” “ Excuse me, ladies,” said the 
chair, “for so neglecting my official function,” and said: “ The object 
of this meeting is to provide ways and means for holding a circus here 
sometime during the summer of 1893, and, as there is apt to be quite a 
number of persons present, I suppose we should make some arrange- 
ments to entertain them, provide cooking, etc. Then, as I understand, 
we are to supply some of the performances and exhibits, we should pay 
some attention to that. I understand that some live English lords and 
dukes, counts, princes, etc., from Europe are to be here, and w’e ought 
to provide something extra, something real aristocratic. I think we 
should have Mr. Worth here in the department of dress, and, probably, 
some other attractions of that character. The chair is ready to hear 
any suggestions.” 

Delegate from New York — Mrs. President : I am decidedly in 
favor of that last suggestion. I know the four hundred will be over- 
joyed to have Mr. Worth present. We can fit up a fac simile of his 
villa at Ville d’Avray and have rich, stylish robes in profusion. I think 
it would be so jolly. 

Delegate from the Rocky Mountains — Mrs. President: I do. not 
think we ought to discuss dress yet. How do we know what will be 
the fashion then ? If we do have Mr. Worth here we should not invite 
him till the day before, so everything will be the latest. I think we 
could now arrange for a good exhibit of cooking as that does not improve 
and will not change much. I think there ought to be a committee of 
about a hundred appointed to provide a real, beautiful display of 
cooking. 


Delegate from Boston — Mrs. President : I think these ladies talk 
like they were preparing for a dress ball or a county fair. This is to be 
a World’s Exposition, where will be gathered the wealth and learning 
of the globe. Art shall pay her tribute, science her’s; the earth, the 
sea shall deliver up of their fullness for the gratification and edification 
of assembled humanity. Learning shall exploit its finest gems, and 
advanced thought disport its jewels; philosophy lead in her royal train, 
and all the ologies and isms hold high carnival in their halls. All of 
us, we of the East especially, want to preserve the rank and genius of 
the age. Now, there is theosophy. I think there should be an entire 
section set apart to the exhibits of theosophy. There would be found 
no greater opportunity to display the occult and that invisible state of 
the transformed soul elevated beyond the clay mould into the ethereal 
ether of the infinitude of time and space. The astral odic substance, 
the fiery manifestation of the soul, the magnetic factor of the body, the 
Star Magno, the Dual Agasa, Karma, Nirvana, Buddha, and the whole 
noble train should have a suitable exhibit. We should bring some- 
thing advanced, and not be content with the ordinary and common. 
This is already the age of advanced thought, and strong-minded spec- 
tacles should have a first seat. We are tired of the dull body. So is 
the world. We want the astral and a view of the hidden mysteries of 
the occult. We must grow out of the body up to the star magno, destroy 
Karma and in the occult ether of the invisible etherealized ethereal 
subtlety of the viewless observablessness of the incomprehensible 
beyond disport. 

Delegate from Washington, D. C. — Mrs. President : I think we 
are now arriving at the essence of our business. We are now ap- 
proaching the forefront of advancing and towering thought. I wish 
to add to what the lady has suggested, a grand display of clairvoyance. 
Let us surpass every other exhibition that has ever been made. We 
will have all the clairvoyants and sorceresses of India, Egypt and 
Bermuda present, and, by charging a small fee, might pay expenses 
and save a little for the cause. I think that would be perfectly 
lovely. 


Delegate from Philadelphia — Mrs. President : Another interest- 
j ing and highly fashionable exhibition would be that of hypnotism. That 
must not be neglected. Here is the grandest opportunity to display 
this mental phenomenon ever offered. We could afford to donate less 
to dress and more to this. We must have it by all means. I am per- 
fectly delighted that I thought of it. There are mental forces we do 
not fully understand. We ought to have them on exhibition. The 
idea is truly exquisite and we must have it carried out. 

Delegate from the Atlantic Ocean — Mrs. President': We are get- 
ting on swimmingly. We will have a better circus than the men if we 
keep on. Now, I suggest a grand international psychic exposition. 
It will be in keeping with the thought of the age, and greatly redound 
to the glory of the fair. We must have these psychologic exhib- 
its. I know two or three good psychologists, and I know they will 
bring their whole apparatus with them. The idea is just too lovely for 
any use. 

Delegate from the Pacific Ocean — Mrs. President: I believe if I 
could get a sufficient appropriation I could procure a sea monster for 
the show. I read of one the other day and it was perfectly lovely. 

Delegate from the Mississippi River — Mrs. President: I was 
just thinking it would be a capital idea for me to display a real Missis- 
sippi over-flow with levees breaking and the lands undating, the 
houses washing away, and everything as people read of, but as no one 
has ever seen. 

Delegate from San Francisco — Mrs. President: I think we 
ought to celebrate Longfellow’s birth-day and — 

Delegate from Boston — Mrs. President: I move we adjourn. 

Thus ended the first meeting of the Ladies’ Commission of the 
World’s Columbian Exposition. A few more meetings like this one, 
and the great preparations were made and all things in perfect 
readiness. 

The day of the Ladies’ Day had dawned, and all was life and 
bustle. Never had the city and parks been so adorned. Beauty as 
fa is the eyes could see, beauty above and all around. The scene 


was transformed as if by magic, and music rarer, richer than ever 
before heard saluted the ears of the gathering multitude. It was an 
inspiring morning, and the refined taste of the gentler sex so outshone 
the clumsy adornments of man that a new age seemed to have dawned 
and touched with a new wand the scene. The sky contained more 
blue, the air more perfume and the sun more gold. 

The crowd began gathering early and the best seats were in demand. 
The gates were opened at the usual hour, and blocks beyond blocks of 
feminine humanity could be seen crowding their way to the marble 
arch that gave them entrance to the park. It was an off day with the 
lords of creation; their occupation was gone for the time and they were 
still wooing that nature’s sweet restorer that binds up the aches of a 
night at the club. But the men were not missed so far as the swelling 
of the crowd was concerned. The magnitude was even greater than it 
was on Queen Victoria’s Day. It always has been noticed that when 
the American ladies start out to do anything they all go. At this hour, 
just as the great Columbian Bell pealed forth the time of opening, the 
streets in the vicinity of the park were adorned with every shade of 
color and shape of garment that could be imagined. It seemed a gala 
day in Chicago with the streets filled with masquers personating all 
the goddesses and fairies and nymphs, all the beauty and loveableness 
and grace that could be collected from the whole world. 

As we swing into the gate and cast our eyes about us we are en- 
tranced with the scene. The little pavilions and booths and stalls that 
dot the park in great numbers are each attended by the youth and 
beauty of the female persuasion, busy offering their stock of trade for 
sale at retail. Here were nuts, candies, flowers, lemonade, ice cream, 
fruits, pies, sandwiches, chewing gum, trinkets, and every article that 
seemed possessed of the art of alluring a penny from the pockets of the 
innocent and unguarded passer-by, or from the susceptible and senti- 
mental youth. The nickel-in-the-slot machines were failures. There 
were no smiles there, no pink cheeks, no bright eyes, no parted lips 
and pearly teeth, and all such things that novelists are lucky in finding. 
The booth, the pavilions and the stalls did the business this day. 


The Commissioners entered the Fair in a body and proceeded at 
once to the highest seats on the platform of the amphitheatre. Next 
came Queen Victoria and the ladies of her court and were seated 
below. The ladies of the French court came next ; then the high 
noble ladies of Germany followed by the princesses, maids of honor, 
royal governesses, etc., of the different countries. It was a grand spec- 
tacle, sublime in every feature. The long lines of drapery that undu- 
lated down to the Fair, was here eclipsed by the one huge vari-colored 
billow that rose mountain high and washed to the surface the pearls, 
precious stones and gems of the first water. It was a success. As a 
work of art it surpassed the supremest effort of artist, sculptor or 
draper. 

In the center of this collection of beauty sat Sakyamuni, alias 
Buddha, and about him, looped up in great profusion was the occult 
of the dim East, clad in the habiliments of the ninth century B. C. 
There was a charm about this that cannot be described. That ether 
etherealized, that subtle infinite, that dual agasa, that astral existence, 
that fluid life, that magnetic quickening, that soul matter, that viewless 
unseeable invisibility — all cast a charm over the sublime scene that was 
subduing, mellowing, entrancing and awful. One felt as if entering 
that indefinable something, that mystic unknowable, that charmed 
somewhere, that magnetic ethereality where one must be known before 
he can enter. 

Thus in the presence of that sublime sublimity stood the awed 
audience breathless and pulseless. It took the supreme effort of 
America at the age of four hundred years to achieve this sublime pres- 
entation but it was a distinguished success. With its long strong arm 
it reached back into the ages before the Christian era had duration, 
and drew to light the mysteries of temples, caves, altars, attics, base- 
ments and mountain fastnesses and fixed the crowning feature in the 
displays of the World’s Columbian Exposition at this advanced period 
of earth’s old age. 

Over in the north-west corner of the grounds was a busy scene all 
day long. Here was a grand array of perfumes, patent complexions, 


bangs, tints, complexion masks, and toilet articles of the very latest 
designs. From litttle bowers here and there came the invigorating 
odors of savory drinks, cakes, rolls, patties, custards, puddings, ices, 
relishes, and from somewhere stole the seductive perfume of an aro- 
matic pumpkin pie. A little to the south was a booth, more richly 
adorned than the rest, in which were twenty-three beautiful ladies busy 
selling tickets for an approaching church fair. To the east was the most 
brilliant and imposing array of silks and satins ever shown. Exhibited 
alongside of these was a bewildering accumulation of jewels; sparkling 
in a splendor undreamed before. On all this brilliancy the rays of the 
noonday sun fell in a wealth of gold, bathing the entire scene in a flood 
of loveliness and gorgeousness that was blinding. 

The day grew on and the scene shone in the changing shades of 
the falling sun, fading from the dazzling brightness of noonday to the 
mellow, drowsy shadows of closing day. Slowly over that vast scene 
the curtains cast their shades, and the sun, glutted with glory, sank down 
in his crimson closet to rest. Buddha said “ good night, ’* entered 
Nirvana, and the busy day dissolved into ether. 


GREATEST RACES OF THE WORLD. 


The Great Running and Trotting Races at the Fair — Sixty-Three 
Fliers are Entered for a Purse of $1,000,000 — The Prince of 
Wales, Kaiser Wilhelm and Caprivi Heavy Betters — France 
Backs Constitution — America Divided — California Bows 
to Kentucky — Millions of Dollars Change* Hands — Six 
Entries in the Great Trotting Race — An 850,000 Dollar 
Purse — Excitement Turned Loose — Checks and Securities 
Melt Out of Sight — Bootblacks Become Millionaires — 
The Triumph of Equine Speed — The Renown of the 
American Course. 

T HE greatest event in the world’s history wherein equine in- 
terests were centered, occurred to-day at the Washington 
Park Race Track. For two years preparations had been going 
on for this great event. It was to be the crowning triumph of equine 
effort on the running and the trotting courses. The world was in- 
vited to participate, and the world with its long preparations was 
present. For days the excitement had been at fever heat among 
horsemen, and the throng of visitors had made preparation to de- 
vote the entire day to the races. The English were there with the 
memories of Epsom in Surrey, but the crowd, wending its twenty- 
four hour’s journey to the Downs in the good old times, was but a 
handful compared with the millions of people who arrived to-day 
in twenty -four minutes in their aerial vehicles. The Fair was 
practically closed and the day was opened at the race course. 
Long before daylight men and women with their lunch stands, 
peanuts, popcorn, lemonade, fruit, toys and trinkets, were hustling 
shoving, crowding, fighting and swearing about the grounds seek- 


in g the most advantageous place from which to dispose of their 
simple wares. Along the roads that centerd at the races, thismotly 
crowd was still trudging and quarrelling and pressing its way till 
long after the break of day. Booths were erected and jammed to- 
gather all over the places set apart for them, from which fair maid- 
ens and coatless men screamed themselves hoarse crying to the 
passers by the superior quality of their goods. All was bustle, all 
stirring life even at this early hour. An occasional horsemen spun 
around the track, and grooms and jockeys were astir, busy with 
preparations for the great event. 

The headquarters of the horsemen had been established at 
Brockway & McKey’s restaurant, in the rear of which book-makers 
had been busy for several days. Here the day of all the world’s 
great days began early. Messengers were hurrying here and there, 
telegrams flying, orders coming and going, men rushing and crowd- 
ing with nothing on their minds but the excitement of the greatest 
races the world has ever known. The crowd swelled and the bet- 
ting opened to employ the time until the grounds were opened at the 
track. Men ate their breakfast piece-meal, and many bets were 
made with mouths full of steak, game or fish, and thus till the noon 
hour were betting and eating going on. There were English lords, 
French princes, German noblemen and royalty from all Europe, 
mingling with representatives from every state and hobnobing 
with the noted and gallant sportsmen from the aristocratic blue- 
grass regions of Kentucky and from the Golden Gate. It was an 
assembly representative of the world. Even King Kalakaua left a 
game of poker to place a few thousands on a flier that had come 
from across the water. 

During the forenoon a crowd of about six million had gathered 
at the Fair, and was spending the time about the freight depots to 
the west and east, admiring the great machinery hall, the pearl 
dome standing south of the Crerar Tower, but finally reaching the 
Tower and from its unknown altitude, viewing the busy scenes at 


the race track. From this wonderful Tower could be seen the en- 
tire park with its tracks, its booths, its stands, its amphitheatres, 
and all that go to make up the greatest day ever known in the 
entire history of the race course. 

The stakes were placed at $1,000,000, to which the Fair Direc- 
torate had added $300,000 to the mount that should win. It will 
be understood that this large amount called out the best blood in 
the world, and that to compete with the record-smashers of other 
nations the best blood of America was demanded. This gave to 
Lexington, Kentucky, a commanding interest, and brought out 
the thoroughbreds from that historic home of the fleet-hooted horse. 
Nestling close about this famous home of noted horse-men, are 
no less than one hundred and fifty stock farms and breeding estab- 
lishments, and from all these, the pride and boast of all America, 
and the kings of the race track, were brought forth for the great 
day. Each of these stables represented, had built special palace 
stock cars which were formed into one grand train by the courtesy 
of the Kentucky Central and came like a triumphal march from 
the renowned home of Ten Broeck, Jr. Special tracks branched 
off from the main road and landed its brilliant train along the 
southern boundary of the park where Kentucky quarters were estab- 
lished. For three days this wonderful train was the object of ad- 
miration as the Kentucky steeds gazed out at the visitors and over 
at the stirring scenes they had long learned to love. Visitors, 
noted horsemen, and the sporting fraternity took no end of delight 
in viewing these animals which had earned their laurels on many a 
hard fought day, and they were eager to gain all the knowledge of 
them possible; The courteous attendants of each palace car grew 
eloquent at all times in expatiating on the strong points of their 
respective guards, and the groomes and riders were in the full pride 
of recent triumphs. All Kentucky seemed present in the sweet as- 
surance of capturing the great stakes. The point of greatest inter- 
est was about a car in the center of the train. It was an elegant 


car and in it stood a horse of wonderful mould, on the door of 
whose car were simply the letters S. F. B. It was probably the 
elegant appointments of the car that attracted so much attention. 

On the other side of the park, along the northern limits, was 
the scene of greatest interest and excitement. The California dele- 
gation had located their stables here. Palace after palace rose 
bearing the name of a horse covered with honors won. A crowd 
was constantly surging in and about a stable a little taller and a 
little more elegant than all the rest from which floated a flag bearing 
the name Salvator. It could be seen at a glance where the favorite 
was, and so far as America was concerned the contest lay between 
California and Kentucky, with the betting in the former’s favor. 

The horses from foreign countries, were placed at the east of the 
park, and here was the blue blood of all Europe. This was the 
most gorgeous and brilliant quarters on the grounds. Rich and 
elaborate in every way, it contained the Kings of the Derby, the 
hurdle, and the handicap which could not be meanly considered 
in this climax of all races. 

The reader will not be wearied with longer descriptions. The 
running race was to come off first and the trotting race immediate- 
ly after its close. For this purpose a track was placed inside the 
main course on which the horses were speeded and exercised pre- 
paratory to the extreme effort that awaited them. 

The noon hour had passed and the Moscow bell had sounded 
the opening of the grounds. The crowd gathered, the amphithea- 
tres filled, the grounds were packed, and the excitement rose with 
the approaching hour. Pools were selling and backers were stand- 
ing by their respective favorites. The betting was high, almost 
reckless. In America Salvator stock led with Ten Broeck Jr. , a close 
second. In England it was the Earl of Derby, in France, Constitu- 
tion. Another tap from the great bell, and from the east, south 
and north came forth an array of blooded steeds that had never be- 
fore been dreamed, and in all probability will not be seen again. 


Sixty-three entries were made, and the dazzling scene of color and 
banners was more than inspiring. Each favorite received its full 
round of applause as it came into view. Once the Earl of Derby, 
Constitution, Ten Broeck, Jr., and the great Salvator came together 
and a cheer arose from 15,000,000 throats. 

The pool selling was at the height of its excitement, men were 
crowding, struggling, smashing hats, and crushing in for tickets. 
In the amphitheatres bets were made ranging from a pair of gloves 
to $20,000. 

Another tap from the bell and time was called. Salvator had 
drawn the pole, Constitution next, Earl of Derby and Ten Broeck, 
Jr., fourth, Tenny, Kingston, Tournament, Prince Royal, Raceland, 
Senorita, DeMuth, Los Angeles, and others following on through. 
The scene is now one of intense excitement. Five thousand book- 
makers are busy. The Prince of Wales stands by the Earl of 
Derby. Kaiser Wilhelm and Caprivi backSchwinter. France has 
its money on Constitution, and America was very nearly equally 
divided on Salvator and Ten Broeck, Jr. Scattering bets ran through 
the entries in hopes of catching a short horse. From some place 
came a cold million on “S. F. B.” 

The electric button is touched and the field goes thundering by, 
and is called back. The Prince of Wales puts up ;£ 5,000 more. 
The field surges on again and “Go!” rings forth over the almost 
breathless multitude. Under the wire has passed sixty-three of the 
finest steeds the world can boast. The winner must break the rec- 
ord. The ground trembles beneath the flying hoofs and fifteen 
million people rise to their feet. “Where is Salvator?” “Where is 
Ten Broeck?” “Who has the lead?” were the questions that flew thick 
and fast. The field to the right has bunched and but eight horses 
are reaching out for the quarter post, with the Earl of Derby lead- 
ing, Salvator second, Ten Broeck, Jr., third with Constitution most 
along side. It is a resplendent day and the colors in the silken 
jackets of the jockeys are as clearly recognized as the colors in the 


programmes. The quarter post is reached by the Earl of Derby 
pressed hard by Salvator with Ten Broeck, Jr., at his saddle skirts. 
Salvator crawls a neck ahead of the Earl of Derby, Ten Broeck, 
Jr., gains a nose and the Earl of Derby is given rein and spur. 
Men shake their heads and cry, “too soon, too soon.” The half 
mile is approached, and as every American hat goes up in the air, 
the race is given up to Salvator and Ten Broeck, Jr. The Earl of 
Derby has put forth his supreme effort and will now wage a losing 
fight. The half-mile is’passed and Salvator and Ten Broeck, Jr., Ken- 
tucky and California, are neck and neck. America is off its feet, 
wild, vociferous, and bets are doubled. 

Back a half-dozen lengths a streak of scarlet and orange 
glides away from the four horses hugging the pole, but all eyes are 
turned to the dead level of the foremost struggle. Constitution is 
passed and the hot breath of the bounding steed fans the sides of 
the Earl of Derby. France sees this, England sees it, but Ameri- 
ca sees nothing but Salvator and Ten Broeck, Jr., with the latter 
half-a-neck ahead towards the three- quarter stretch. The Earl of 
Derby surges once more, but the scarlet and orange strides no 
common steed. Its limbs of steel and coat of bay reflect the sun 
like burnished gold. 

The three-quarters is reached with Ten Broeck, Jr., leading by a 
half-length. California and Kentucky are wild. But a few thou- 
sand more eyes see the scarlet and orange. A little lower to the 
ground, close to the pole, fair in the open between the Earl of Derby 
and Salvator, the streak of scarlet and orange is giving at this mo- 
ment one of the most wonderful exhibitions of speed and strength 
ever beheld. 

Constitution makes a spurt for the final contest. Cheers go 
up as he bounds forward, but the effort cannot be sustained. The 
scarlet and orange must now be seen . It cannot help it. It is 
too close the leading contestants to be missed. “What is that?” 
“Look at that, will you?” and one man in that vast audience sits 


with a complacent smile on his face. These foaming, puffing, 
clattering horses could now be inscribed with an eight-foot radius. 
Ten Broeck, Jr., and Salvator have their heads and are given spur. 
The other, a little lower to the earth, braced with the bits, bounds 
from the pole and is let loose. The triumph of strength, grace 
and speed is there, the very poetry of motion. One curve to the right 
and three horses are covered with a length and a half. California 
and Kentucky faces blanch. Five lengths from the wire, and 
which will win? The time could not bethought till the scarlet and 
orange flashed under the wire with a clear open between him and 
Ten Broeck, Jr., with Salvator at the latter’s middle; the great race 
was won, and the most renowned horse in the world was “S. F. B.” 

The scene of wildest excitement arose. Men who recognized 
the colors gave cheer upon cheer, and those who did not, cheered 
for they new not what. It was a horse, the winner, and that was 
enough. But when S. F. B. Morse was carried out from the 
Kentucky paddocks with the Kentucky colt’s colors flying all about 
him, a wild tumultuous cheer broke forth in which California’s 
voice was not the least, and hats and handkerchiefs from England 
France, Germany, and all the countries were waived amid the 
applause in honor of the king of the race course of the world. 
A horse had won, a triumph in equine speed, had worthily gained 
its laurels and that was sufficient. The world was satisfied. 

The excitement from the running race ‘Had not died down till 
the trotting was called. Promptly at half-past two o’clock the elec- 
tric button was pressed and the great Moscow bell was heard for 
miles. It was the summons of the greatest trotting race in the his- 
tory of the entire world . The entries were much fewer than at the 
running race on account of the fee. The prize to be won was $850,- 
000 to which the World’s Fair had added another $150,000 for the 
winner. The betting was not up to the former race for the book- 
makers and horse owners who did not believe American horses had 
speed, had parted with most of their securities; yet despite all this 


the race was most exciting, the climax of the trotting course, and all 
former records were broken. The race consisted of three heats, and 
the anxiety of the bookmakers indicated that they feared they were 
on the wrong side. 

It was with no little difficulty that the six contestants were 
brought to a standstill long enough for their drivers to hear the 
words of Chas. M, Smith, the most famous starter in the world. 
“ Gentlemen,’ ’ said Mr. Smith, “ you are about to compete for the 
greatest prize ever hung up to be trotted for, $850,000. The achieve- 
ment, in which you are now to take part, calls for uncommon 
skill, vigilance, and fortitude. It calls for integrity as well. Any 
foul play will be promptly and severely punished. Fifteen million 
people are present to-day all intent upon a glimpse of one or all of 
the six horses. You see,” continued Mr. Smith, his voice clearer 
and shriller, if possible, than the coachman’s horn whose clarion 
tones had just fled away in faint echoes across Lake Michigan, 
“15, 000, 000 people will be the jury in your case to-day. See to it 
that your deportment is such as your children will be proud of a 
hundred years hence.” 

At the close of his speech, the multitude broke the silence, 
which hung over his words like a funeral, and on the instant, the 
buzz of voices was like a thousand saw-mills set in motion, within 
a radius of a mile. As the horses began scoring, it was plainly 
seen that Sunol limped a little with her left forward foot. As it 
was, W. R. Armstrong was heard to say: “Lame as she is, Sunol 
will trot for my money! The mare is true as steel, and Marvin, 
her driver, knows no such word as fail!” Axtell was in the pink of 
condition, and his driver, Budd Doble, was full of confidence. To 
say more for him would weaken rather than strengthen his case. 
Both Palo Alto and Stamboul looked fit to trot for a man’s life or 
a king’s ransom, but the pair that carried off the “bundle of wealth” 
was Sunol and Axtell, with Sunol leading in the betting ring at 
$50,000, Axtell $35,000, Stamboul $20,000, Palo Alto $10,000, and 
Veillen and Van-a-Clar both together, $1,000. Splan had to come 


home from his European engagement to pilot Veillen, and after 
the horses began to warm up, you could hear men whisper to each 
other: ‘‘When you see Splan leaning forward as he does to-day 
there is mischief in the air!” And so there was mischief, for some 
men’s bank accounts. John Turner was to have driven Van-a-Clar, 
but having been incapacitated by a fall, T. J. Dunbar was substi- 
tuted. Hickok came on from California, to drive Stamboul, and 
Goldsmith did the same for Palo Alto. It was, therefore, to say 
the least one of the most potent combinations of talent ever thrown 
together in a race. 

As Sunol came along down the stretch nodding, cheer upon 
cheer rent the air, and thousands upon thousands rose upon their 
feet and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of Robert Bonner’s 
latest purchase. And some there were who wept, to think of the 
fight she would make, lame as she was, when she ought to be in an 
infirmary. While others declared, “Sunol will not be last, lame as 
she is!” At the trotting booths, a perfect bedlam. Men mad with 
excitement, plunged into the pool -box like real-crazy persons; while 
outside, the horses were striving like Jehus to get the best of the send 
off. But the public would hear nothing, only that Sunol must win. 
After scoring six times, “Go!” was heard, and, instantly, more per- 
sons are looking upon the greatest race since time began than may 
ever look again. Veillen had drawn the last place, and was a trifle 
behind when the word was given; but before rounding into the 
straight side, Splan had mildly intimated to Veillen that a trifle 
more speed was needful and, responding with an electrical burst 
that would have done credit to the author of electricity, his mare 
was instantly by the side of the favorite, who had drawn the pole 
and thus far had kept it. Thousands shot to their feet simultaneons- 
ly with the anxious inquiry, “ What horse is that?” “ What horse is 
that?” “That’s Veillen!”' “That’s Veillen!” shouted as many more 
thousands back again. Heedless of the unheard of tumult, on 
went the pair, reaching the quarter in 30 and seemed glued to- 


gether like the Siamese twins. Indeed, so intense was the turf duel 
between these two equines, that they brought on a breathless silence 
which settled upon the multitude, and became painful and terrible. 
The positions and conditions were unchanged at the half, in 1:00^; 
the silence just as terrible, and the equine flight just as marvelous. 

At this point, Doble gave Axtell a reminder with the whip, and 
that horse’s friends shouted: “See Axtell! See Axtell! See Axtell l” 
It was only momentary comfort, for Axtell failed to reach the leaders, 
and so dropped back into a more comfortable stride. The speed of 
Veillen was a revelation to a few millions, and the backers of Sunol 
began to turn pale at the exhibition of it. But there were a few 
other millions that had taken the short end, who were just as jubi- 
lant as the other millions were despondent. The short-enders sud- 
denly saw their chance to become millionaires instead of the millions. 
Hence, these millions of enthusiasms, when brought and added to- 
gether, and sent out over Washington Park, formed a most decided- 
ly formidable volley of applause. Along by the stables there was 
another surprise for the multitude: Van-a-Clar, the full sister of 
Veillen, was asked to give her opinion of the heat; and in response, 
glided past Axtell, Stamboul, and Palo Alto, like a train passing 
mile-posts, and thus Dunbar reached Sunol’s wheel, and challenged 
her for second place. The positions at the half were, Veillen a nose 
ahead of Sunol, and Sunol half-a-length ahead of Van-a-Clar; Ax- 
tell, Stamboul, and Palo Alto back a few lengths in the order 
named; time 1:01^. Click! Click! Click! went the watches in the 
hands of thousands of expert horsemen and interested spectators. 
“One one and a quarter!” “Good heavens!” “Let me see your 
watch.” “Just like mine!” “Nothing like it in the world!” “Veil- 
len’s a slick one!” could be heard on all sides. On, on like flying 
phantoms; at the half-mile post began onevof the most desperate 
struggles between the sisters Veillen and Van-a-Clar ever seen. 
Thus far neither horse had raised her nose; Splan sat his sulky and 
held the lines with that uncomely attitude which characterizes his 


style when he has a desperate task to perform. Dunbar drew in 
his head between his shoulders, much more like a turtle than ever he 
had before, and raised his elbows a little more than he commonly 
does when riding at a 2:30 gait. The two pair, drivers and horses, 
had girded themselves like gladiators, and the battle waxed hotter 
and hotter. The three-quarter pole being reached in 1:31^. Click 
went the watches again, and again the exclamations were even more 
demonstrative, and the multitude evinced surprise and pleasure by 
voice and gesture. 

But Splan’s voice could be heard distinctly above the din of the 
millions, and his “Hy-yar! hy-yar! hy-yar!’’ and “Look out Tom- 
my! look out there!” and “What are you doing there!” reverberated 
over and above the clamor and clangor of the rising up and sitting 
down of the great audience. Amid this great confusion, and just 
at the critical moment when Van-a-Clar’s chance seemed best, she 
left her legs for an instant, and in the interim, Splantook advantage 
of Dunbar’s mishap, and sent Veillen under the wire half a neck 
ahead of her competitor; and the great bell of Moscow instantly 
struck and displayed the figures 2:03! For one brief moment you 
could hear a pin drop, the silence being distressing; it was for an 
instant only, then, as if by prearrangement,’ concurrently this host 
broke forth into a chorus of the wildest demonstrations; the drivers 
lifted their hats in acknowledgment of the honor bestowed, and 
their attendants walked away to the cooling-out booths, with the 
horses. For the space of the next twenty minutes, while the horses 
were being cooled out for the next heat, the air was rife with criti- 
cisms and heated discussions upon the possibilities and probabilities 
of this million dollar race. At the betting quarters, the wildest 
tumult ensued. Millions of dollars were in a box, and the questions 
of the greatest moment were: How shall those dollars be got out 
of that box, and who shall get them out? It was evident to the 
weakest observer that Veillen possessed the speed to win, but, “Did 
she possess the necessary game?” Two heats more must be trotted 


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at least. “What horse could stand the exertion necessary to that 
end?” “What horse could bring home the money?” “What one 
could nip out those needful heats?” These were the all absorbing 
questions that a good many persons were coddling their brains 
over. 

Ten thousand eager buyers stood looking at Charley Stiles as 
he cried : 

“Twenty thousand dollars for first choice ; give me thirty ! thirty 
thousand ! give me forty ; forty, forty, give me fifty ! now make it 
a hundred ! a hundred, and sold ! Who takes it ? ” 

“ Prince of Wales ! ” “ What horse will you take?” 

“ Veillen ! ” 

“How much am I offered for second choice ? ” 

“ Five thousand ! ” Five I have ; give me ten ! Six ; now make 
it ten ! Seven ; now make it ten ! Eight ; now make it ten I Nine ; 
now make it ten ! Ten I have ; now make it eleven ! Make it 
eleven! All in! All in! And sold at ten! Who takes it ? “ Geo. 
Estabrook! ” “ What will you take?” “ Van-a-Clar.” 

“ Veillen and Van-a-Clar sold, and $60,000 in the pool, what am 
I offered for Sunol ? Gentlemen, I want to sell you, lame as she is, 
Sunol. She will make the sisters quit before she gets through with 
them! She has thoroughbred blood, and lots of it ; and is by the 
sire of great ones, Electioneer, what do I hear for Sunol! Well, 
what am I offered for Sunol, Axtell, Stamboul and Palo Alto? 
There is a slick one somewhere among that lot. What am I offered ? 
One thousand! One thousand won’t buy them a long ways! Give 
me ten! Ten do I hear? Two! Two I hear ; now give me ten! 
Three! Now make it ten! Five! Now make it ten! All in! All 
in! Going! Last call, and sold. Who gets them?” “Joe Day.” 

This will give a fair estimate which the buyers put on the hor- 
ses. 

But down at the cooling sheds another scene was enacted. 
Splan was entertaining his English cousins. “His your oss game?” 
asked the Prince of Wales, approaching the “only Splan.” 


“ Vcillen’s a little short of work and a little soft, but I shall 
make the fight a hard one, all the same,” said Splan, as he gave the 
Prince a quizzical look. 

“ Soft! did you say?” exclaimed the Prince in great distress of 
mind. 

Turning to his companion : “ E’s soft, they say! E’s flabbyf 
Wat in the deuce ham I to do now? First, I buy Sunol for fifty 
thousand, and she turns hout to be a cripple ! Then I edges and 
buys Veillen, and now I find her a soft one! Blawst the situation* 
Wat is a feller to do habout hit ? ” 

“Look here boss!” said Splan in a consoling manner, “you 
just go and buy the short end, while I furnish the soft horses and 
soft men at the other end, until we bend the Bank of England a 
little.” 

“ Blawst me if the feller doesn’t know what e’s talkin habout! '* 
And away the Prince went to the pool-box and blew in a few hun- 
dred thousand on the field against Veillen. 

The horses are called again, and again all eyes are upon them 
and their drivers. By common consent, it has been arranged that 
the sisters should fight it out between them in the second heat. At 
the end of that heat Hickok, Goldsmith, Marvin and Doble would 
each do a little business on their own account. The horses are 
called and sent away on the third score. Instantly, the sisters 
sprang to the front like a pair, and without a yard’s variation com- 
passed three-quarters of a mile in 1:31^. Here Splan bowed his 
back and Dunbar bowed his neck if possible more than ever, and 
strove like gladiators of old. But the speed of Veillen just at the 
finish saved her the heat again, and click went the watches again, 
and boom again went the bell of Moscow ; time 2:01^ The tumult 
which ensued and the clangor of all classes were even greater than 
before. 

There is one more heat to be trotted, at least, and to that 
heat we ask your attention. The horses are cooled out, the betting 


is over, the votes are all in and the verdict is like a sealed book 
when the third heat is called for. The scoring is desperate, and 
Mr. Smith has to call to his aid all his reserve of turf usage and 
turf code. At last he brought them down to the wire like a battalion 
of regular soldiers and sent them on their journey. Steady and true 
as the bell of Moscow Veillen went to the front, and at the quarter 
post led her nearest companion fully a length. Splan was rigid with 
determination and Dunbar was equally determined, but there were 
other daring men and fast horses in that race, and to these all eyes 
were turned for once at least. It was a fighting race now ; it was 
victory or defeat, “ now or never.” Doble brought Axtell along at 
such a marvelous flight that a million voices were heard to say, 
“See Axtell! See Axtell! Axtell wins! Axtell wins! Doble means 
business! Look at the $105,000 trotter now!” and similar indications 
of pleasure at his prospect of winning. And now Marvin sends 
Sunol up to Axtell in such a masterly manner that another shout 
goes up into the azure if possible louder and more intense than be- 
fore, reminding one of the days of Smuggler and Goldsmith Maid. 
But neither of them were able to do more than reach the middle of 
Van-a-Clar, while the latter was desperately disputing the question 
of supremacy with Veillen, who only reached the winning post one 
stride in advance of Van-a-Clar. Men rent the air with the wild- 
est demonstrations of joy. Bankrupt dukes and duchesses and 
ruined heads of mercantile firms strode the corridors like mad men 
and women. Boot-blacks and news-boys became millionaires, while 
the great Moscow bell was tolling the time, 2 too, for the one, and 
chimed 2 :00 for the other class. 

Such ecstasy had never been heard of before and may never 
again. Such prodigality of money had never before been seen ; 
millions dissolved like so much air. Upon the wire which runs 
across the course hung in silken purse $100,000, donated by the 
owner of Veillen, to him who should win the race. Mr. Smith 
called for “the only Splan, ” who came, leading “Little Splan,” 


and halted and bowed to the judges, who handed him the royal 
prize. 

It was truly a grand triumph for Kentucky, and Veillen had 
made the best time on record, while her sister, Van-a-Clar, was only 
a nose behind. These fillies are full sisters, and were bred and 
owned by the mysterious “ S. F. B. the winner of the running race. 

When the race was over the excitement was so great that the 
crowd could not be kept back. There was a call for these two fillies 
to give an exhibition trot together, which was kindly complied with. 
They made a very beautiful pole team, and within less than ten 
minutes Veillen and Van-a-Clar had beaten the record five minutes, 
and were sold for $426,000. 


THE INTERNATIONAL BANQUET. 


The Crown of Festal Glory — The Congress of Nations — The 
Federation of the World — The Splendor and Pageantry of 
all Nations — Royalty Feasted in Republican Style — The 
Palace of Banqueting Halls — The Triumph of Architectural 
Art and Engineering Skill — The Realization of the Decora- 
tor’s Dream — The Magic of Transformation — A Canopy 
of the Standards of Nations — The Dome of Silver and 
Gold — The National Feast of all Nations — The Panorama 
of the Past — The Dream of Universal Peace — The Climax 
of International Amity — The Hymn of the Brotherhood of 
Nations. 



HERE yet remains for description two important events in the 


* history of the great Columbian Exposition. The first of these 
is the International Banquet which exhibited such potency in 
moulding public thought, and in disclosing the limitless possibili- 
ties of a world at peace. There is nothing in history with which to 
compare this momentous event for it stands alone in the annals of 
the world, matchless and unapproached . Nations have had their 
annual feasts, religion its festivals, and the church its rites; but it 
was left to this season, to this place, the Chicago of America, to 
assemble the wealth and learning, the pomp and splendor, the pride 
and pageantry of all the nations of earth into one grand feast, the 
congress of nations, the federation of the world, the composite of 
all tongues and all climes. In comparision with this event the 
most splendid achievements of nations are silent and the history of 
the world stands dumb. The splendor and parade that arose from 


the East, commemorating with festal glory the conquest of arms, are 
forgotten in the magnificent presence of this banquet whose brillian- 
cy burnished the jewels of every crown and shed a halo about the 
emblem of every republic. It stands unparalleled in the combined 
achievements of the world. 

It was a beautiful conception to have the rulers of all countries 
to meet at this exposition where the world had gathered, to discuss 
great international questions, the reduction of national debts, the 
disbandonment of armies, the day of universal peace, and the fuller 
establishment of the arts and learning. The results of this gather- 
ing must be left for the future historian to record. It has surpassed 
the philosophy of government, the fondest dreams of an advanced 
civilization, and even prophecy stands voiceless in the presence of 
the magnitude of this endeavor. 

It was also a beautiful conception of the Phenix Insurance 
Company to give this vast international assemblage a royal banquet 
in its palace of a building on the corner of Clark and Jackson 
streets, Chicago. 

When the reader is made aware of the circumstances surround- 
ing this event he will readily recognize that it was meet and proper 
that this distinguished mark of esteem and honor should come 
from the hands of this company. Its renown had reached the ears 
of every people, and its kindly services had extended to every coun- 
try. It stood peerless among its kind in America and foremost 
among similar institutions abroad. Indeed it was the chosen insti- 
tution of this country that could command the respect of the repre- 
sentatives of the nations and the confidence and royal esteem of 
their sovereigns. The name of this company was spoken by every 
tongue, and through every language of earth it was brought into 
business and friendly relations with all nations. Tenements, cas- 
tles, villas, and palaces were sheltered beneath its broad, assuring 
wings, and glad was this assemblage to break bread and be merry 
under this roof in testimony of regard and universal approbation. 
Thus it will be seen why it was proper that this great international 


feast should be given by the Phenix Insurance Company, and why 
it could not reasonably or logically have been given by any other. 

I now enter upon a task for which I feel my pen is too weak. 
The magnitude and magnificence of this banquet is beyond descrip- 
tion. It stands so alone, so unapproached, that there is nothing 
with which to compare it, and nothing from the acquaintance with 
which one could form the most paltry idea of the least attendant in- 
cidents of this international feast, this banquet of the world. 

The best architects, engineers, artists, sculptors, and decora- 
tors of the world were summoned to provide a place of sufficient 
magnitude and appointments in which to entertain the sovereigns 
of nations in keeping with that distinguished honor the occasion 
required. The architects and engineers surveyed the building and 
its surroundings, formulated their plans and specifications, and 
workmen of the best grade were employed by the thousands and 
the great work commenced. The third floor was selected for the 
banqueting hall. It was extended for three blocks on all sides 
and suspended by iron cables from towers erected which formed a 
square about the building eight blocks in diameter. Opening out 
from the center or main building were arches which formed a pas- 
sage onto this extensive floor which was arranged in spaces for each 
of the legations present. From the extremes of this floor there were 
carried up the incline of the cables to the towers tiers of seats ar- 
ranged to be occupied by distinguished visitors, who by this ar- 
rangement could command a splendid view of the entire floor. 
The floor and tiers of seats were canopied from the towers to the top 
of the center building which was extended upward 987 feet. The 
canopy was supported by wire cables extending from the cen- 
ter building down to the several towers surrounding it. The 
center building, by which is meant the office building before 
referred to, was carried up 987 feet and completed in one of the 
most magnificient domes that genius could suggest or fancy dream. 

Beneath this floor was suspended by iron loops another floor 
on which were feasted the throng of visitors who beheld the inter- 


national banquet from the tiers. Here were dance and song, ath- 
letic exhibitions, the minature bull fights of Spain and the arena of 
old Rome. Above the third floor were suspended ballustrated 
platforms containing the national bands of each country.* 

The decoration of these immense spaces commanded tribute 
from all the arts and from earth, air, and sea. The canopy was 
festooned with the flags of all the nations, bearing the emblems, 
arms and rulers of each entwined with wreaths of the olive. The 
floor was of mosaic in which was inlaid with pearl the new code 
of international law that had just been adopted, the signatures 
thereto being in solid gold. The sentiments of the new code were 
illustrated by scores of marble statues in their appropriate places, in 
the center of which stood the goddess of universal peace, and above 
all of which stood the goddess of justice, the fold fallen from her 
eyes which had opened upon the new era of fraternal good will. 
The center building had its gilded outer walls arranged in pannels 
on which were painted the national feast of each nation, above 
which was placed a huge statue representing the congress of nations 
extending to each nation a tablet of the new laws wreathed with 
an olive branch, and lying upon a broken sword and rusted shield. 

Through the aisles and about the passage-way encircling the 
entire floor were clusters of flowers selected from every season and 
from every clime. These were each guarded by the fairy that has 
a being in the legends of all nations. Arranged by a collection of 
unseen mirrors an optical illusion was produced as real as life. 
Away to the south, extending for miles was the geographical re- 
production of the nations there assembled. The snows of the 
north, the forests of pine, and the land beneath the equator from 
which seemed to come the odors of the palm, the orange, and 
pomegranate and the spice-laden winds from the far Cathay. The 
dream of the artist was complete, and the senses of the beholder 
swooned in a delerium of joy at the scene. 

* The building was entirely given up from commercial use for this occasion, 
and the extensions and additions were so arranged that they could be readily re- 
moved leaving the building in its former magnificent appointments. 


In the center of the arches that formed the passage-ways from 
the main building were suspended a golden chalice and a cornuco- 
pia. Above, on a plate of silver, was engraven the mottos of each na- 
tion, and above these were the chairs of state and thrones of each 
nation modeled in ivory. Just above these were arranged clusters 
of electric lights, reflected from the Crerar tower, representing the 
different national colors. These clusters received a cheer from na- 
tions to which they belonged for they were emblematic of more than 
the national colors. They were arranged in form of the heraldic 
devices borne upon the national standards. There were the British 
lion, the American eagle, the Russian bear, the sword of Persia, 
the moon and stars of Turkey, the serpent of Mexico, the Chinese 
dragon, the crown of Germany, the raven, bull, horse, the sphinx, 
and so on through the list, presenting in one grand panorama a 
dazzling display of the colors and heraldries that arouse the patriot- 
ism of all peoples of earth. Still above these were illustrated the 
legends and traditions which have given to nations their heroes, 
their song, their poetry and their art. The decorations of this cen- 
ter building presented a view not only full of lessons and illustrated 
story, but inspiring and cheering to the multitude that beheld it, to 
that vast concourse who looked upon it as the perfection of human 
effort, the realization of a divine dream. 

With this meager description of this mammoth building I will 
have to leave the reader to the ecstacies of his own imagination. 
It is the evening of Monday of the last week of the Fair, 1893. The 
deep tones of the Moscow bell pealed forth the signal and the grand 
pageant of the world began to move towards the banquet halls. 
What magnificence was there, what a story of national achieve- 
ments, what a history of conquests, the triumph of arms, and the 
glory of a universal peace! The panorama of the past passes be- 
fore us. England with her feudalism, Magna Carta, her Reforma- 
tion, and Bill of Rights. France with her revolution, her Napoleon, 
her Waterloo, her constitutional monarchy, and her republic. 
Spain with her monarchy, her cortes, and her constitution. Italy, 


which rose in the pomp arid splendor of her military glory to con- 
quer the world, but fell under the iron hand of Austrian military 
power. Turkey which subdued the dominions of the Caesars, and 
wrecked the fortunes of her legions at Malta. Switzerland with her 
Altorf the shrine of Swiss worship and the cradle of Swiss liberty. 
Belgium with her Flemings, her Philip II., her Inquisition, her 
Ramillies, her revolution, and her liberation. Russia had her 
Catharine, Napoleon had his Russia, and Europe the re-establish- 
ment of her independence. Austria had her emperor, her high 
council, her popular ministery, her constitution and feudal sover- 
eignty. America had her Lexington and Yorktown, her Sumter 
and Appomatox and the halls of the brotherhood of nations. The 
story in panorama passes before us as the royal procession moves 
by in aerial chariots in view of fifteen million people. The pro- 
cession reached the banquet hall and stepped from their gilded char- 
iots in the presence of all that grandeur and were led to the places 
set apart for each nation. The national bands were on their sus- 
pended platforms. Away to the east was the dawn of day, the 
only light now upon the scene. An artificial sun had been made 
which rose and shed its full beams upon the throng; and when its 
first full light fell upon that vast concourse, the bands in succession 
struck up their national airs and received the applause from below. 
Band after band pealed forth their inspiring airs until the last, high 
up in the tower, broke forth in the stirring strains of “Hail Colum- 
bia” and the great building shook with universal applause. Then 
with one accord the bands joined in the new l\ymn of the federated 
nations. It rang out with the full force of the consolidated bands 
and rose and swelled and pealed and surged through the walls of 
people, out into the night and echoed from earth to heaven. It 
hung above that vast assemblage trembling, roaring, bursting like 
the full chorus of all the spheres, and then died away in the ferver 
of prayer, the lisping of praise. 

The sun reached the meridian and the feast was spread. Those 
who will look for a menu card will look in vain. There was none. 


for each nation sat down to a great national festival in commemora- 
tion of some revered holiday. Instead of the menu card were given 
souvenirs in the form of golden tablets on which was engraven the 
order of the evening’s exercises. Amid the feast the sun glided from 
the meridian and sank into a crimson bed of lory. As its last 
beams touched the gilded dome, stars came out and a full moon 
rose in the east. As it rose to the meridian the bands showered 
down their silvery notes. A chorus of a thousand voices trembled 
on the air of the new anthem of the brotherhood of nations. It 
died away in the sweet melody of dancing Sapphos, and was lost in 
the yodel of the Tyrol. As the feast was cleared away clouds 
spread above and shut out the light of stars and moon. For one 
second darkness reigned, and then the refulgence of the Crerar 
tower broke forth and flooded that vast scene with the brilliance 
and splendor of a dream of the fairies’ paradise. Amid all these 
sublime surroundings native dancers of each country performed the 
national dance of each nation to the music of the national bands 
which ended in a grand march typifying the union of the nations. 

As the Moscow bell pealed forth again the combined bands 
struck up the ‘‘Hymn of Universal Peace,” and the gorgeous train 
began to move from the royal halls of the Phenix. President Har- 
rison who, assisted by all the republics of America, had received 
the guests, took leave of them and followed in the wake of a pro- 
cession that has revolutionized the world and planted the white 
flag of an eternal truce above all the nations of the earth. Phil- 
osophy stands mute at the great achievement wrought, and prophe- 
cy is weak before the sublime triumph that has crowned the exalted 
endeavors of centuries with a diadem studded with the jewels of 
every nation and stamped with the signet of international approba- 
tion. 

Thus ended the most magnificent scene that ever broke upon 
the vaulting vision of any dreamer. Thus ended a scene greater in 
its magnitude and appointments, greater in its influence upon the 
world and coming generations, than could have been deemed any 


where in the bounds of possibility three short years ago. The be- 
nign influence of this great event has already encircled the globe 
and is confined to the nations of this world only by the natural 
conditions of creation that have thus far isolated the earth. As the 
imperial city of Granada, the once proud western capital of the 
Moslem world, yielded to the arms of Ferdinan and Isabella, and 
the banners of the cross instead of the crescent waved triumphant 
over the red towers of the Alhambra, so to-day the silken banner of 
the brotherhood of nations waves in triumph over the white towers 
of the temple of universal peace. 

In every country or city through which the traveler roams he is 
glad to visit some point of interest, some place of renown, or some 
monument that commemorates great achievement, national glory, 
or the consecration of memory to heroes or the departed great. 
London has her Westminster ; Cordova, the mezzinta; Venice, the 
Square of St. Mark; Florence, La Piazza della Signoria; Pisa, the 
Campo Santo; Seville, the cathedral; Granada, the Alhambra; Rome, 
the Coliseum , and America the Phenix, of Brooklyn. 


A HORRIBLE HOLOCAUST. 


Closing Scenes of the World’s Fair — Description of Displays — 
Products of Advanced Science and Art — A Little Blaze, a 
Flash, a Leaping Flame — The Alarm — Flying Engines 
and Wild Men — Fire Boats in Lake Bellamy and Lake 
Michigan — The Flaming Petroleum Refinery — Fire-Men 
Fall Back from Death — A Rolling, Boiling Sea of Fire — 
Billows of Flame Sweep over the French and Russian Bar- 
racks — The Arsenal of Dynamite Wrapped in Flames — 
Great Loss of Valuable Property — The Insurance Placed — 
Its Prompt Adjustment and Payment — Solemn Ending of 
the Nations’ Great Jubilee: 



HERE are some themes on which the author dwells with emo- 


A tions, pleasant, delightful and sweet. The charmed pen seems 
to leap forth with an inspiration and dwell with ecstacies upon the 
inviting theme. His whole being and all nature about him seem to 
conspire to paint the event in most pleasing hues and shed upon it 
the radiance of beauty’s own loveliness. Again these themes are 
environed with events which cast a sadness like the brooding heart 
in the shadow of some great sorrow. The author feels depressed in 
the presence of such a theme, and the pen falters at the hard task 
before it. No inspiration impels and no happy conclusion allures, 
and yet the melancholy event with its hard features and sullen pres- 
ence must be recorded. 

When the feasting and merry-making were going on at the 
Phenix Building, as previously recorded, not one was there who re- 
motely dreamed of the desolation and ruin that would meet the 
distracted gaze of awe-struck millions on the morrow. There was 


naught there but the dream of the departed chivalry of arms and 
the realization of universal peace. But alas! A sad and melancholy 
finale awaited the banquet song, the festal dance, the blare of 
bugles, the thunder of drums, and the clash of cymbals that at- 
tended the cheer and merriment of the previous night. While the ban- 
queters slept a tiny blaze as frail and delicate as a moth’s wing was 
beginning in its mysterious way a tragedy meet for the prologue of hell. 

In order that the reader may fully understand what follows in 
this chapter, it will be necessary to explain more fully the situation 
of buildings, exhibits, and attractions in the fair. Such is their 
location that one wandering about the grounds without a careful 
survey of the whole area would not be able to locate the buildings, 
even with regard to the points of the compass. A view from the 
Crerar Tower, while most excellent in obtaining a full sweep of the 
grounds, it does not give the beholder the comparative situations 
that are needful for a full appreciation of the tragedy here enacted. 
When the relative positions of these buildings, halls, and towers are 
once understood, their character as to material and use is seen, and 
the dimensions of the area covered known, a clear understanding 
can be had of the possibility of the enactment of the wild and awful 
scenes of the closing days of the World’s Fair. 

Beginning at the northern limits of the occupied portion of the 
park was a machinery hall, which extended along the boundary in 
close proximity to the freight depots, before described. This exten- 
sive hall was in addition to the pearl dome covering the machinery 
previously mentioned. The machinery placed in this immense hall 
was in active operation and was devoted to illustrating its specific 
use in the production of the manufactures wrought by the different 
kinds of machines. From the pearl dome a similar hall extended 
to the east and south-east in easy reach of the freights of that side. 
Thus situated, the handling of heavy freight was made compara- 
tively easy, and the different machines were of ready access to the 
millions of visitors that thronged the halls daily. Opposite the 
Crerar Tower, to the west, was the center dome of this great hall, 


rising seven hundred feet high. Between the two and toward both 
the north and south were located most of the buildings which con- 
tained the foreign exhibits of a special nature, and in them every 
foreign firm of standing was represented with extensive and costly 
exhibits. 

In the large building which supported the central dome of the 
machinery halls was stationed the central device which communi- 
cated the power to the different lines of machinery which extended 
north and south. In this building, and occupying the south quar- 
ter of it, was located machinery for making material for buildings, 
sea walls, marine vessels and the like out of straw, and it could be 
seen in operation every day. Occupying the northern quarter of 
the same building was to be seen the huge machinery that made 
cottages and dwellings of wood, consisting of from four to twenty 
rooms, in sections ready to be shipped, and which could be set up 
in from four to eight hours. It could turn out from raw lumber 
from seven to sixteen houses, according to size, every twelve hours. 
To the south and adjacent to the machinery for working straw was 
located a new process for refining petroleum and manufacturing a 
fuel of intense heat from the refuse. Adjoining this was located 
the machinery employed in the recently-discovered process of com- 
pressing natural or artificial gas into solid blocks for use as fuel, 
and tons of these blocks were daily on exhibition. Next to this 
division was a complicated machine which, from cold water, 
manufactured a high explosive, by separating the oxygen from the 
water and combining it with other substances, procuring an explo- 
sive in appearance like gun cotton. Connected with this was a 
process by which, with this explosive, green leaves, wings of but- 
terflies and flakes of snow could be empressed in plates of steel by 
sudden and powerful concussions. Next came a large room devo- 
ted to the process of decomposing naphtha whereby was obtained 
a subtile vapor which furnished the power for driving tunnel 
bolts through mountains. Joining this was a ponderous machine 
for compressing air into solid cubes. These blocks could be re- 


stored to a state of air at will by a strong resolvent, and were used 
by marine divers and the adventurous spirits who try to work a 
passage to the moon. On toward the south this line of machinery 
ran, and at all times could be seen the production of articles which 
advanced science and invention have made possible. 

To the north and immediately adjoining the shop devoted to 
making houses, was located an apparatus for extracting from water 
and air a highly combustible substance known as flammine, and 
could be ignited by the faintest ray from the sun. This was pre- 
served in leathern covered vessels, and by turning a small thumb 
screw, a flame would instantly issue forth. Still, to the north of 
this, was a device for concentrating the rays of light into a large 
glass vessel which would shine with the brilliancy of the noon day 
sun throughout the longest night. A short distance from this place 
was located the wonder of the age. It had been discovered that 
natural gas was the product of a highly inflammable substance 
formed near the earth’s crust by the intense heat within. While this 
was a solid substance, it was at once vaporized in contact with the 
atmosphere. By driving a tunnel bolt through the earth’s crust 
and forcing a column of air down the aperture immense quantities 
of the fluid could be obtained and stored. This fluid was com- 
pressed into blocks of different sizes which were varnished. In this 
state they remained until the coating was broken and the block 
would burn with great heat and powerful explosive force. It was 
put to several uses. In dry weather, a cubic foot of it was driven to 
the upper air strata by naphtha vapor, and there by a properly 
graded time fuse it was ignited. The great heat caused the rushing 
together of air currents of different temperatures, and a copious 
shower was the result. Again, if the rain fall was to great, by a 
similar proceedure the clouds could be blown into atoms and the 
flood abated. On the approach of a cyclone or tornado, a charge 
could be projected in the vicinity of either and the approaching 
destruction blown into innocuous desuetude. Twice in this way 
was the fair saved from destruction by cyclones. 


Next to this interesting section came a number of shops 
employed in the manufacture of all articles from wood and paper. 
Then came a building of wonderful proportions, frowning and repel- 
lent. Its huge walls of granite were covered with shields of solid 
steel, over which constantly poured sheets of water. Inside was 
manufactured and placed on exhibition, the smokeless powder 
adopted by the German army. For the balance of the way machin- 
ery for manufacturing miscellaneous articles was displayed. 

To the south and opposite Lake Bellamy was exhibited the 
new dynamite guns of the French, in connection with which was 
shown the manufacture of dynamite cartridges. Near by was quar- 
tered a detachment of Russian troops which gave exhibitions in 
Lake Bellamy of Russia’s new mode of warfare on water. The 
soldiers swimming with all their accoutrements, performed all the 
details of drill and the manoeuvres of battle. 

The foreign exhibits, as before stated, occupied the large square 
to the east of the machinery halls and north of the Russian barracks 
and French dynamite plant. In this space was displayed millions 
of wealth exposed to the accidents of conflagration and the dangers 
of storm. 

The subject mostly discussed in foreign countries, before these 
immense quantities of exhibits were shipped, was the proper course 
to pursue in securing them against loss. Home insurance com- 
panies were discussed, and their agents were busy in their efforts to 
secure this great clientage. But Gotlieb Frieheit, an authority on 
this subject, and the foremost business man in Europe, took out his 
policy in the Phenix of America, and that put an end to the discus- 
sion in this regard. So that when the exhibits were placed in the 
great square above described, of all the insurance placed on the 
aggregate of this vast wealth of products, the Phenix held 55 per 
cent. This was due to the reputation of this company, both at 
home and abroad, regarding its reliability, integrity, and prompt 
business methods. Many companies could not understand how 
such great patronage was bestowed upon the Phenix, but the writer 


in a few short interviews with the exhibitors soon discovered that 
this preference for this company was based on sound business 
principles which seek to make every investment safe, and from the 
whole world, the Phenix was selected as a choice of prudence and 
good judgement. 

The reader who has followed the description of the location of 
buildings, halls, factories, and displays, has a sufficent knowledge 
of the situation to discern the logic of the direful events which 
follow. 

It will be readily understood that the Phenix Insurance Com- 
pany, haying such large risks in the property insured, was desirous 
of surrounding them with all the protection available. With this 
object in view, the company obtained from the directorate of the 
World’s Fair, the permission to patrol the park in the manner in 
which the city of Chicago is patrolled, bringing into service the 
latest and best appliances in fire protection. These appliances were 
manned by well drilled firemen, and the most efficient fire boats that 
could be made were placed in Lake Bellamy and Lake Michigan. 
Those in Lake Michigan were the largest and most powerful made, 
and could throw a stream of water eight inches in diameter with 
great accuracy for the distance of one mile. Stand pipes were 
erected about the grounds equipped for use should such a calam- 
itous necessity demand. The latest improvements in electrical 
alarms and signals were arranged, and the whole equipment was 
ample and complete. 

The night of the banquet was a gala night. The exposition 
grounds were comparatively deserted, so great were the attractions 
along the streets of Chicago and in the vincinity of the Phenix 
Building. The tiers of seats arranged for visitors gave accommoda- 
tions to about twelve million people, and the streets, windows, roofs 
of houses and temporized platforms, were crowded. The night was 
given up to pleasure and merry-making, and not until two o’clock 
on Tuesday morning did the revelers disperse and the halls and 
streets become vacant, and quiet reigned throughout the city. 


Some time after the close of the banquet, it must have been 
near three o’clock, began a scene pen cannot describe. 

In the department where straw was manufactured into building 
material, an electric wire had broken from its insulation and 
dropped upon the floor below. Friction on the loop that held the 
wire in its place had worn away the silken threads that insulated 
the wire. It was a small place, yet it fell across a single straw 
that stretched out from a little pile that had not been run through 
the machine at closing down the day before. There was a red glow 
as of a live coal for a brief moment, then a blue point rose and 
changed into the yellowish white of a flame that flickered, died 
down and rose again. It was but a little blaze and could have 
been smothered with the tiny foot of a babe, or blown out by the 
waive of a lady’s fan, but no one knew, no one saw it. Just on the 
other side of the storage battery sat a guard, but he did not know, 
could not see. Slowly the little flame crawled along the straw, 
dancing and chuckling at the romp it anticipated in the pile of straw 
before it. 

The guard rose, looked upon the quiet scene before him and sat 
down. Dancing a little higher the flame went on mite by mite until 
scarcely an inch remained between it and the straws in which it was 
eager to spring. Beyond this were bales of straw chemically pre- 
pared for manufacture. The little flame did not see this or mind it. 
With a little leap it lit upon the pile of straw and quick as a flash a 
blaze of mingled yellow, blue, red and green, shot straight into the 
air and leaped and rose and fell and hissed like a firey .^'’jntain. 
The guard arose, glanced at the burning straw, turned in the local 
alarm, and slipped the loop that held the hose at his side. The 
watch came running in answer to the call, the guard turned around 
with the nozzle pointed toward the blaze, but amasement and fright 
struck him motionless and dumb. The flames had leaped upon the 
stacks of bales and from their sides and tops danced and waved and 
roared and laughed and screamed and jeered and mocked in fiend- 
ish glee. 


Not a moment was lost till a half dozen streams of water shot 
with steady aim into the flames. But the wall of fire was like a 
wall of granite and moved not. Growing in force and gaining in 
fury, it licked the sides and dome of the tower, reached the piles of 
lumber to the north and rose and fell and caught the hall where 
were stored rooms and basements with the terrible flammine. Re- 
port after report marked the progress of the hungry flames, and 
flash after flash drove back the guards who had become as pigmies 
before the giant conflagration that now confronted them. A gen- 
eral alarm was turned in and in a moment scores of engines were 
rushing, screaming, thundering here and there, the fierce whistle 
from the fire-boats signalled their readiness for action, and amid 
the roaring, screaming, hissing, clashing flames the commands of 
officers struggled, faltered, fell and were not understood. 

It was the work of but a few moments, but the central tower 
of that vase machinery hall stood wrapped in flames and a hole 
was burned into the night. The populace began to assemble, but 
the police were already there forcing them back, back from the 
heat, back from the rush of engines, back from the surging throng 
of brave firemen, back from the leaping, twisting, writhing flames, 
back from death. 

But the tower! Writhing in flames and white with heat, it 
trembled and tottered as its iron beams, columns, stringers, gir- 
ders, twisted, warped and snapped. Its dome realed and swayed. 
Its pillars shook, crushed, fell, and that magnificent height of fitful 
flame and glowing beams, lay groaning, sobbing, wailing in one 
smouldering heap. Its life had burned out and with its fall the 
dusk of fading flame fell upon the scene. All seemed over, and a 
cheer arose from the gathered multitude and rang and trembled 
above the sullen clouds of smoke that hung above the ruin below. 

In the basement of the flammine building, where none could 
see, where none dreamed of mischief, a little flame stopped to lick 
a small flask. With the frenzy of awakened hunger it crounched 
the larger vessels, leaped upon hogsheads of fluid, surged through 


the floors, the roof, and puffed a thousand feet into the night. Again 
the engines sniffed the heated air, leaped into the harness and 
charged the demon foe clad in mail of fire. 

The full force and attention of the department were turned to- 
ward this mountain of seething flame, and no one saw the little 
blaze gnawing at the oaken floor of the petroleum refinery. No one 
saw the little flame as it sucked up the oil from the floor and 
crawled on toward the blocks of compressed fuel. No one heard 
the snapping, spitting of the blocks, or felt their intense heat. No 
one saw them melt through the floor and fall — fall into a huge vat 
of oil, but thousands affrighted souls stood fixed with awe as that 
burning sea rolled its billows of flame up the walls, out through the 
doors and windows and swept to the south in one rolling, seething, 
bubbling tide of fire. 

“Back, men, for your lives !” rose above the din and [roar and 
thunder of the storm of conflagration. The voice bounded, faltered, 
trembled and leaped along the lines, and the men at the nozzles 
tugged like savage things at their lines of pipes as they fell back 
sullenly, fighting stubbornly the waves of flame that dashed and 
splashed and crashed and flung a spray of fire like meteors through 
the air. 

“For God’s sake, men, to your chief !” rang out a command 
voiced with the energy of dispair. Ten thousand faces raised, ten 
thousand hearts stood still. Yonder, a hundred feet above the rag- 
ing fiery tide, on the roof of the French Armory, stood the chief, 
bareheaded and coatless, shouting down his commands to the brave 
men below. 

“Gods, men, for your hope of heaven, on to your chief !” But 
the men stood fixed as stone as they beheld the fire burst out 
through the windows just beneath their chief, and drop through the 
floor, down, down toward the basement where were scores of cais- 
sons filled with dynamite. The populace knew and the blood froze 
in their veins. Every limb was chained with fear and every tongue 
was dumb. The reaction came, and a wild cheer went up as the 


firemen rushed with frenzied fury toward the armory. The fiery sea 
bubbled and seethed before them ; shot its flaming billows into the 
air and mocked and laughed. The firemen faltered, stopped, and 
fell back. 

The fireboats on Lake Bellamy screamed a signal of distress 
filled with terror and dispair. One glance and all the horrors of 
hell’s fury rose in one horrible, sickening scene of desolation. The sea 
of fire had rolled far toward the east and the flame-crested billows, 
leaping, climbing, mounting, were breaking hard upon the Russian 
and French barracks. Mad with fright the soldiers were running, 
calling, cursing, praying, blinded with smoke and scorched with 
heat. A few of the Russians reached the lake and swam with the 
iron stroke of desperation out from the roar, out from the smoke, 
out from the flame, out from the jaws of death. The others battled 
through smoke and flame, climbed to the roof and stood fixed as 
statues of death above the burning earth beneath. Quick as thought 
the crew from the fire boat was at the rescue and with cheers for 
the living and defiance at death, the brave firemen stood with 
hoisted ladders against that roaring flame, that blinding smoke and 
scorching heat, until the last man was saved. 

To the west the fireman surged like wild beasts to the rescue 
of their chief. Streams of water played upon them, on the ground 
and fire before them. The fire was on the second floor above the 
caissons, but they heeded not. One fell here, another there and 
were carried back. Struggling on with the desperation of sava- 
ges, they soon shot a ladder up through the smoke and heat. Up 
it rose like a beacon of hope, trembled, swayed and reeled. Steady, 
again it rose, but a flush of flame drove it from the roof, and hope 
fell in the bravest heart. The flames had burst from beneath the 
roof and the ladder could not be lowered to the chief. It was 
but eight feet away, but could go no nearer. “Leap for your 
life!” burst from the men below. The chief poised on the edge 
of the roof for a moment, and then with one bound, one dis- 
pairing leap for life, he shot out headlong through the thin 


flames, blinded and choking he struck out wildly for the ladder* 
One hand grasped a rung and his body fell heavily against the 
stays. The populace stood chilled with horror. His other hand 
gained a hold, but his limbs fell limp. His head dropped upon 
his breast, his eyes closed. “Lower the ladder!” shouted a strong 
voice, and firmly, steadily the swooning man descended, a hun- 
dred hands stretched out to lift him to the ground, and a cheer 
arose that rent the dome of earth. 

The fire raged to the south. Noon came and evening. The 
fire had burned out to the north. The morning of the next day 
came and the fire to the south, and to the east to Lake Bellamy, 
like a great beast, which, overcome by its own mad fury, lies 
down upon the plain and dies, was smouldering low in its last 
throes of death. Why the fire never burst through the iron floor 
above the caissons of dynamite, God only knows. Its failure to do 
so saved the lives of thousands whose fright had numbed fear 
and blunted the consciouness of danger. 

The ruin was complete, awful and profound. Owing to the 
excellent patrol not a life was lost. The full amount of prop" 
erty destroyed could not be obtained. Through the kindness of 
the courteous officers of the Phenix Insurance Company, I am 
enabled to give the largest item of loss. The checks drawn by 
this company and delivered the same day the adjustments were 
made, aggregated $93,421,298,37. The promptness of this com- 
pany was extensively commented on by the press, and is without 
a parallel in the history of insurance and financial transactions. 
It has made the company celebrated both at home and abroad, 
and its prompt business methods, reliability, and strict integrity 
have won for it the appellation, the “Phenix of America.’’ 


THE ROYAL EXCURSION. 


Its Bearing on International Commerce and Amity — The New 
World Opened up — The Royal Guests--The Triumph of Trans- 
portation — Oriental Splendor and Luxury — A train of twen- 
ty Sections — Courtesy of Railroad Officials — Down to the 
Beautiful Virginia — White Sulphur Springs — Banquet and 
Ball — Toasts by Mr. D. Ostrander, the Prince of Wales, 
President Carnot, Caprivi and Others — Down to Florida — An 
Ovation — Rock Ledge, Florida — A Feast for the Gods — 
Speech-making and Merriment — On through the South — 
The Return — Honors to T. R. Burch. 



HERE is one event in connection with the history of the World’s 


JL Fair that cannot be passed with a simple notice. The event in it- 
self is of importance in illustrating the possibilities of transporta- 
tion in this country and the wonderful facilities and comforts in 
the railways of America. Beyond this an importance attaches, 
which cannot at this day be calculated. It lies in the spirit of liber- 
ality and friendliness that this event has created between the peoples 
of different nations, and the impetus it has given to international 
commerce and amity. It literally opened up a new world to the 
people of the East, and revealed to them the endless resources, and 
expanse of this country. There has been no official act, no treaty, 
diplomacy, or international agreement made that has the one hun- 
dredth part of the influence in bringing about these important af- 
fairs, as has had this event which has filled the world with amaze- 
ment and admiration. 


On the 27th of September, 1890 Mr. T. R. Burch issued the 
following invitation to all the important personages of this and other 
countries : 

Chicago, September 27, 1890. 

My Dear Sir: I, with the assistance of the courteous man- 
agement of our railway systems, have arranged a grand railway ex- 
cursion through some of the most beautiful portions of our fair 
South. The company will consist of the President, his Cabinet, 
Congressmen, governors, railroad officials, business men, etc., and 
of the officials and delegated representatives of foreign countries. 
Ample accommodations have been provided, with suitable entertain- 
ments along the route. The ride will be free from fatigue, and op- 
portunities will be given for forming an acquaintance with fertile 
and inviting portions of our country. 

You will greatly honor and oblige me by expressing your ac- 
ceptance of this invitation to be one of our party. 

Yours very truly, 

T. R. Burch. 

There were not hundreds of these invitations sent out, but thous- 
ands of them, and, with but few exceptions, they were accepted. 
When the answers to these invitations were received it was seen that 
never had such a party been assembled. Such a list of autographs 
had never before been in the hands of any man, and no man before, 
or will there ever again be such, the guiding spirit of so royal a party 
of tourists. There were the Prince of Wales the English ministry 
and members of Parliament, Caprivi and members of the Reichstag j 
Carnot, M. Roche, members of the Cabinet, Frances Joseph, Dr. 
Dunajewski, Austrian Minister of Finance, Dr. Wekerle, Hungarian 
Minister of Finance, and representatives from many other nations. 
Also the President of the United States, his Cabinet, members of 
Congress, Ministers, Governors, etc. From the railroads were S. F. B. 
Morse, President of the Kentucky Central; Ed McCormick, General 
Manager Cincinnati, Hamilton & Dayton ; C. M. Depew, President 


of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul; F. C. Donald, President New 
York Central ; F. A. Miller, Superintendent Chicago, Burlington & 
Quincy ; C. L. Stone, General Passenger Agent Chicago & Eastern 
Ills.; D. I. Roberts, President Pennsylvania Railway; W. F. White, 
President Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe ; Chas. O. Scull, President 
Baltimore & Ohio ; J. Charlton, Superintendent Chicago & Alton ; 
W. E. Davis, General Manager Chicago & Grand Trunk ; John 
Sebastian, President Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific ; Louis Eck- 
stein, General Manager Wisconsin Central ; James Barker, General 
Passenger Agent Michigan Central; A. H. Hanson, President Illinois 
Central ; A. V. H. Carpenter, General Passenger Agent New York 
Central ; P. S. Eustis, General Manager Chicago, Burlington & 
Quincy ; W. A. Thrall, President Chicago & Alton, W. R. Busen- 
bark, General Manager Chicago, St. Paul & Kansas City ; J. J. 
Byrne, General Manager Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe ; W. H. 
Hollister, General Passenger Agent Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe ; 
J. F. McClure, General Passenger Agent Chicago & Alton; W. F. 
Bailey, General Passenger Agent New York, Lake Erie & Western, 
and Chicago & Erie, and others. 

The following newspaper men were of the company : James J. 
West, proprietor of the New York World; J. R. Dunlop, managing 
editor of th eTimes; Harry Ballard, editor of the Inter Ocean ; John 
.McGovern, editor of the Herald; Stanley Waterloo, editor of the 
Evening Post; Ed J. McPhelin, dramatic critic of the New York 
Herald; Harry Yount, managing editor of the Morning News; 
W. K. Sullivan, editor-in-chief of the New York Tribune; John M. 
Dandy, manager Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper ; Mrs. Frank 
Leslie, of the London Times; Murat Halsted, of the Cincinnati En~ 
quirer ; Bill Nye, editor of Life; James Whitcomb Riley, Poet 
Laureate; Henri Watterson, editor of the Cincinnati Enquirer ; 
M. H. De Young, of the New York Tribune; John McLean, of the 
Cincinnati Commercial -Gazette ; Walt McDougal, of Puck ; E. Zim- 
merman, of Judge ; Allen Forman, proprietor of The Journalist; 


J, S. Clarkson, proprietor of the Tribune ; Joseph Medill, Minister 
to France; W. P. Nixon, Collector of Customs, Chicago; Marshall 
P. Wilder, humorist; E. Hough, Western Agent and Correspondent 
for Forest and Stream; Frank Burrelle, proprietor of Bureau of 
Press Clippings. 

The excursion had been arranged to start the day after the 
close of the Fair, and Mr. Burch, Mr. D. Ostrander and railroad of- 
ficials were busy completing arrangements that everything might be 
in readiness and in perfect order. It can be readily understood that 
no ordinary mode of travel could be tendered this company, and 
the management would not think of stopping short of the very 
best that could be produced. So when the day arrived for the 
start, there stood in the sheds of the new Southern Central depot 
one of the most magnificent trains that ever felt the force of steam. 
The coaches looked externally as if they had been prepared for par- 
lor furniture, and inside they appeared as the interior of some pal- 
ace which had caught the dream of oriental luxury. The train 
consisted of twenty sections of six palace cars each, drawn by en- 
gines of burnished steel adorned with gold and silver. These sec- 
tions as they stood there, beautiful as a picture from the hands 
of some grand, old master, were photographed by numerous pho- 
tographers, who drove a thriving business in selling their pictures. 
The Tribune and Herald devoted one entire issue of thirty-four 
pages in giving descriptions of this train, copies of which, printed 
on silk, were given to each member of the excursion party as a 
souvenir, both of the press and railroad interests of this country. 
What fifty or a hundred years may bring forth may not be dreamed, 
but to sit here and look at this magnificent train in all its beauty, 
splendor and grace, it seems as if the art of car construction had 
reached the bounds of possibility. 

The morning of the final starting day dawned. It was one of 
those days when earth is satisfied with itself and all nature is in the 
calm repose of perfect contentment — a soft, dreamy day when In- 
dian summer trails over earth her fringe of haze and scatters free 
her golden tresses from her royal crown. 


At 4:30 p. m. the train was to move, and from 10 a. m. to 4 
p. m. special gates were thrown open in order that the public might 
get a nearer view of this renowned train which was to be charged 
with the care of so important a company. It was a busy day with 
the guards about the grounds and trains, but with the arrangements 
made, the crowd was passed along without jar or mishap. The 
ladies, always ready to seize opportunities, improved the occasion 
to leave for some admired personage the finest bouquets the florists 
could produce. So by the time the crowd had been shut off by the 
closed gates, the cars looked like they had received a visit from fairy 
land. 

At the proper hour Mr. Burch had electrical carriages sent for 
his guests, to convey them to the trains. Here again was a scene, 
the like of which will never be witnessed again. Carriage after car- 
riage arrived, until the magnificent appointments of the depot, the 
splendor of the train, and the brilliancy of the vehicles had crowded 
together in one view the most gorgeous picture eyes ever beheld. 
Sun never shown on a more brilliant array in the Orient than it did 
to-day in America. Mr. Burch was everywhere an object of interest 
and wherever he appeared he received the applaudits of those who 
stood amazed at the glory he had wrought. Not a hitch in the 
whole proceedings occured. The intensity of American crowds was 
understood, and police were stationed about to hold the crowd back 
as it is the tendency of all Americans to be right along in the pro- 
cession. 

The time of “all aboard” was sounded, and the gates swung 
back to a company representative of all the world. Mr. Morse, of 
the Kentucky Central, which owns the Cincinnati, Hamilton & 
Dayton, tendered his lines for the great excursion, and without a 
jar or sound the trains rolled out and away on their royal route. 

At Cincinnati the lines of the Chesapeake & Ohio had been pre- 
pared for the trains, to which they were immediately transferred. 
Soon the engines were sniffing the fresh morning air and shooting 


out over a country whose scenery is picturesque and grand. On it 
went toward the mountains, on into the passage of the Blue Ridge 
and Alleghany Mountains, down the banks of the Green Brier, into 
and through the great canyons of the New River. On through this 
beautiful scenery the trains dashed, and the flying spectators sat 
spell-bound, too entranced to move or pursue the course of conversa- 
tion. On they went in light and shade, but I cannot stop to describe 
the scenery that enrapted them. I must hasten on to White Sulphur 
Springs, where a banquet awaits the renowned tourists. 

As fast as the trains rolled into this charming resort, carriages, 
which were held in readiness, drove the company to the Grand 
Central Hotel, the pride of the great commonwealth of Virginia. 
Here, after baths, toilets and a rest, Mr. Burch led the guests into 
the dining room and turned them over to the hospitalities of Major 
B. F. Eakle, whose guests they became. After a formal presenta- 
tion the guests stood by their chairs at the festal boards as Major 
Eakle received them in the following address of welcome : 

Foreign Brothers, Fellow-Countrymen, Gentlemen : 

I bid you welcome to the historic soil of Virginia, and give you 
the freedom of the Commonwealth, Virginia as you know could 
meet a foreign foe as sturdy yeomanry, and you will learn that it 
can welcome foreign friends as filial spirits. You will learn that it 
can be as hospitable as it was brave (cheers.) While its moun- 
tains may stand as eternal battlements, its valleys lie in a dream of 
peace and yield their bounties to the gracious touch of all. While 
I feel impressed with the mark of distinction and honor you have 
bestowed on me by this visit, I am happy to discern that the allure- 
ments of this spot were too great to be passed by, and proud am I of 
my country that has been thus so highly honored. Yonder is the 
valley of plenty, the rock smitten in the wilderness from which 
flowed forth living streams of water, the oasis in the desert world, 
the softest spot on nature’s breast where man can lean and rest. 


And here in this beautiful spot, I, in my humble lot, would fain 
express the hope that this meeting may be typical of the eternal 
peace of all nations and prophetic of the happiness, prosperity and 
immortal love that shall bind all in one common brotherhood. 
Gentlemen, I give you a cordial welcome. 

After the applause had subsided, Mr. Burch, speaking for the 
party stated that Mr. D. Ostrander would respond to the address of 
welcome on the part of the company. Mr. Ostrander had endeared 
himself to all present by his genial, social, and urbane manner and 
for the constant source of entertainment he had been to all. 

Mr. Ostrander said: 

Our Host and Gentlemen: 

I do not understand why I, out of all this company whose 
trade is speech-making, should be designated as the one to respond 
to the beautiful address to which we have just listened. I am sure, 
however, that if the hearts of all present were searched, none could 
be found more in harmony with this great occasion, or more grate- 
ful for the freedom just given us to these scenes of enchantment, 
than mine. I never enter the great and historic state of Virginia 
without feeling that I should uncover my head and pull off my san- 
dals, for verily it is holy ground on which I stand. Our fathers 
stood here and heard the thunder of war, but we assemble here to- 
day and hear the whispers of peace in every breeze, and its voice in 
every purling stream. (Applause.) May I be permitted to say, say 
with gratefulness of heart and a deep abiding thankfulness, that 
where we and all the nations of earth once spoke of a North and a 
South, we now look across the graves of fallen brothers and in the 
holy consciousness of a new baptism, bless the glorious bonds of 
one common country. (Prolonged cheers.) 

We see here the patriarch mountains standing as immortal 
sentinels with their eternal vigils set beside the quiet valleys below. 
Beautifully symbolic is this of the pillars of law and monuments of 
brotherhood that have set the signet of their holy vigils upon the 


peace of all nations. (Cheers.) The paeans of a new era, sweet as 
the lisping winds of these valleys, and eternal as the heavens that 
bend above, have already set the soul of song triumphal in the 
hymns of nations and the choirs of earth in harmony sing. Truly 
we see the fulfillment of the prophecy when the sword shall be beaten 
into plowshares and spears into pruning-hooks. The conquests of 
war shall be forgotten in the nobler conquests of peace and the 
greater achievements wrought in friendly emulation. Standing » 
here amid the freedom of these mountains, the inspiring liberty of 
these valleys, cannot we see why America rose dowered with the 
spirit of a republic, and why, under the inspiration of all this free, 
unshackled nature, it could have been nothing else. (Applause.) 

I know I speak the sentiments of this company when I respond 
to our host’s kind words of welcome with profound thanks. (Pro- 
longed applause.) 

The signal was given to be seated, and the repast was spread, 
and what a feast was there. The gods had never such. I cannot 
describe it for I grow hungry every time my thoughts revert to it, 
and my meals to-day grow stale in comparison. When the courses 
had been served and the tables cleared, the host arose and announced 
that it was the pleasure of the company to have some informal toasts 
in which the impressions of America by our foreign visitors might 
be expressed and, therefore, with that sentiment he would beg the 
honor of hearing from the Prince of Wales. 

The Prince was greeted with real hearty American applause as 
he arose. He awaited the passing of the demonstrations and said: 
Honored Gentlemen: 

As I stand here away toward the celebrated field of Lexington, 
and, looking over the broad expanse of this boundless land of great 
achievement and greater possibilities, and behold the marvelous 
prosperity and contentment and happiness of this people, I am 
profoundly happy that it is also possible for me to stand so near a 
Yorktown. 


Cheers and handkerchiefs went up together at this neat speech f 
and if the prince should ever be received by his subjects as heartily 
as he was by his companions here, he may rest satisfied. 

Major Eakle rose and named President Carnot of France who 
responded as follows: 

Honorable Host and Gentlemen: 

It is related some place in history that there once chanced to 
meet in Paris an American minister, probably Franklin, a minister 
from England, and a representative of the French government. 
Over their wine these gentlemen proposed that each drink a toast to 
his own country. The English minister arose and said: * 4 Here is 
to England, the sun, around which all the worlds revolve. ” The 
Frenchman arose and replied: “Here is to France, the moon, which 
eclipses the sun and hides its face from earth.” The American 
minister calmly rose and said: “Here is to Washington, the Joshua 
who commanded the sun and moon to stand still and they obeyed 
him,” and, after what I have seen here in your unsurpassed country, 
I believe it. 

When the deafening applause died away the gallant host said: 
It is now the pleasure of the company to hear from Chancellor Cap- 
ri vi, after which we will adjourn to the dance. 

All eyes were immediately turned upon the Chancellor. It will 
be noticed that the Prince of Wales and President Carnot had not 
touched upon any international questions. It was not expected they 
would, but under the circumstances the seal fisheries in England and 
the pork question in France were impressed upon all present. Had 
Bismarck been in the place of Caprivi it would have been naturally 
expected that some great, practical international question would have 
received his attention upon this most favorable opportunity. But what 
course the present Chancellor would pursue was a matter of doubt and 
much interest. Whether he would speak for his government, for the 
Kaiser or for himself personally, was a matter of no little concern as 
the speaker rose. 


Chancellor Caprivi said: 

Mein Friends and Gentlemen: I had not before now seen 
America already. It ish grand und beautifuller als any oder cundry. It 
stretch oud from ocean to ocean und ish big mit possipillities. It ish a 
goot cundry, und ven I gots heim I vill done have some American hog 
in Fatterland. [Tremendous applause.] Die hot sissiges in dis 
cundry sind not unrivalled die vorld in. It vas vorth fightin’ 
apout tell your faders, und do it agin ebery time. We have not 
done a good part py die American hog, put since I habe his 
acquaintance made he shall^ be franchised as any oder German, 
und no tariff pay. [Cheers.] Das vas a goot dinner und now las 
uns zu die dance gehen. 

While the applause was still echoing throughout that great hotel 
the company filed out to the ball room, where the beauty and chivalry 
of Virginia had gathered. The reader may revel in the dance to his 
heart’s content, but we must hasten on to Florida where another feast 
awaits this royal company. 

The ride down that beautiful portion of the South was like swing- 
ing through the fairy fields of enchantment on cots of luxury. When 
at Rock Ledge, Florida, lying in the picturesque valley of Indian River, 
the sun was standing at high noon, casting down a refulgence that 
could fall from only a southern sun. Here it gilded the cliffs, bronzed 
the landscape, heaped the shadows in the dells, and there upon the 
summits it lay like molten gold. From throughout all that vicinity a 
delegation had gathered with bands and choirs and gave the visitors a 
grand ovation. Carriages were in readiness and, amid banners, the 
music of the bands and song from the choirs, the party was con- 
ducted to the Hotel Indian River for refreshment and rest. But there 
was not one to be found who needed rest. All were soon at windows, 
on the balconies or strolling about the grounds bathing in the sunlight 
that fell purified through perfume-laden air. The odors from the 
orange and tropical bloom wafted to them and the palm waved above. 
Strolls and carriage drives filled the afternoon. The evening came, 
and the dining-room never will again shine upon such a scene. There 


had been put forth the best effort of that sunny land. The fruits and 
flowers of all seasons had brought forth their best gifts to cheer 
and adorn, and every clime had brought of its bounty to enrich 
the feast. 

Mr. Burch led the way to the banquet hall. Mr. J. M. Lee was 
standing at the head of the table, and, as the guests reached their 
places, Mr. Burch presented them as follows: 

Mr. J. M. Lee, Our Most Gracious Host: I have the high 
honor and unspeakable pleasure oi presenting you as guests this 
distinguished company. You behold here the honorable repre- 
sentatives of our sister countries, fresh from the compact of 
nations where a new era has been ushered in for the peoples of the 
world. Rejoiced over the great advancement wrought, flushed with a 
new hope for the future, they seek rest from their labors in a tour of 
your beautiful Southern clime. Allured by the enrapturing scenes of 
this land of flowers, these crystal waters, blue skies and golden sun, 
we pause here to partake of the ambrosial feast and sip the waters of 
eternal youth. I present you your distinguished charge. 

Mr. Lee responded: 

Distinguished Sirs : I welcome you to the sunland. I welcome 
you to the land of the orange, the lemon, the olive, the pine apple and 
the palms, to the land laved by southern seas. Oldest in the history 
of the new world, we boast of a chivalry that reaches from the errantry 
of Spain to the nobility of nineteenth century America. I welcome 
you to the land of Ponce de Leon, of Narvaez, of de Soto, seekers for 
the spring of eternal youth, and give you freedom of these glades 
where you will find the font the impatient de Leon did not discover. 
Please be seated. 

At the conclusion of the feast the host expressed his desire to hear 
from his guests in the way of informal toasts, and asked the President of 
the United States to be so kind as to express a sentiment for some of his 
friends. The President glancing about the room, stated he knew the 
company would be pleased to hear of the great railroad interests of this 
country and their future, and named Mr. S. F. B. Morse. 


Mr. Morse arose and said : 

Mr. President and Gentlemen: Amid this company of brilliant 
railroad men it is with no little diffidence that I approach a subject of such 
magnitude and far-reaching interests. Upon this trip you have had an 
exhibition of the possibilities of the railways of today. Ten short years ago 
such a triumph was not dreamed; five years ago this triumph, this attain- 
ment of luxury and speed in travel was not thought possible. But even 
today, with its giant strides of engineering this vast interest is in its 
infancy. Railroad engineering is still in its swaddling clothes. We are 
yet of the earth earthy, but we are destined to be of the air airy. The steel 
rails over which you whirl today will be beaten into plow-shares, and the 
car of the future will sail through air as gracefully and as beautifully as 
the loved song-bird of your southland. Man was given power over the 
earth, the sea and the air. He has subdued the earth, mastered the sea 
and is approaching the conquesTof the air. Before that time comes 
electricity may send a train under the ocean through a floating tunnel* 
but it will not be long before it will speed above the ocean through the 
trackless air. [Prolonged applause.] 

Mr. Morse was heartily congratulated, for he had awakened en- 
thusiasm within all present. The President then announced several 
gentlemen, who responded to sentiments of universal interest. Pres- 
ently the President arose and said: We cannot leave this beautiful 
State, adorned with bloom and enriched with fruit as it is, without hav- 
ing a health to it, the dream of slumbering nature. I behold in the 
party a native of this great commonwealth, and I know we all will be 
pleased to have a health to beautiful Florida from him, Mr. Tennyson. 

That meant the author of this story, and all the lights seemed to go 
out. I thought the earthquake of Charleston had broken out again* 
and I felt the earth fast slipping away from beneath me. Speaking is 
not my trade, and when this announcement was made the cold, 
clammy sweat stood out on me like rain. I thought of home and the 
peaceful retreats of youthful seclusion, and longed for a plunge into the 
Everglades. Make a speech, and before that audience ! Reader, did 
you ever have the nightmare ? Think of my torture. Did you ever 


see a ghost ? Think of my terror. With clenched fists and set teeth I 
staggered to my feet. I tried to make a good speech. I said some- 
thing, for I heard a noise all the time I had the floor. I saw hands 
flapping and handkerchiefs flying, and I suppose the audience heard it. 
I cannot be qualified as to' what I did say, but this is as it was when I 
clipped it from the columns of the “ Florida Times Union.” Probably 
the reporter could not read his notes, and copied the whole thing out of 
the dictionary, but I have not the heart to disturb its serene garb. 
Here it is : 

Ladies and Gentlemen : If there is one more than another 
who should drink to the health of this flower-bathed land, I 
am that drinker. In this sun-kissed State I first saw the color 
of light, and formed the acquaintance of my parents. This is a 
land of magnitude, of compass, of magnificent distances, heights 
and depths. From this land grows immensity itself. Strong in 
creative force, it is patient in detail. When it grew the mighty 
palm, it also grew the little blades of grass. When it wrought 
the everlasting hills, it wrought also the little grain of sand. 
When it formed these fathomless lakes, it formed the tiny shell upon 
their shores. When it made the mighty seas, it made the insects that 
abide within them. When it grew me, it grew a daisy [enthusiastic 
applause] . Great in history, bright in memories, it rose above the din 
of wrecking worlds without a tremor, and from her throne of beauty 
ruled the world. She sat upon her seven hills grand, gloomy and 
peculiar, and if that be treason make the best of. Look at St. Augus- 
tine, that dark-browed, sweetly-smiling Sappho by the sea, ancient, gray 
haired, and yet so strong. The Spanish blood that once proudly 
Coursed its veins, was revolutionzed in 1776, and Americanized during 
the last earthquake. Its fame is world extensive, and had there 
been another set of seven hills it would have been there. Look at our 
lakes, so clear that the heavens bend under the same as above, and 
where generations on generations have dragged up drowned honor by 
the locks. [Cheers.] Look at our air, so clear you cannot see it, so 
gracious, so child-like and bland ; it smelleth the battle afar off, and its 


neck is clothed with thunder. [Applause.] Look at our sun, brighter 
than any sun as it rises up over the Rocky Mountains, stern sentinels 
of the stars, and spreads its burnished pinions to the east, bathes its 
plumage in the thunder’s home, and settles down at night to rest upon 
its eastern crag. Look at our moon as it rises fresh washed from 
the western waves, floats like a radiant angel over southern seas, and, 
like a ball of far off fading fire [cheers], rolls down the eastern skies 
and wakes the sleeping nations under ground. [Wild applause.] 

Look at our stars, the holes punched through the heavens to 
paradise, the windows of the new Jerusalem, shedding their light on 
this land of flowers like the beams of an angel’s smile. [Applause.] 
When Florida rose as a tawny youth to do battle in its race with civili- 
zation, it girded its loins with the red band of sunset, bended its bows 
from the fotests primeval and tipped its arrows with the horns of the 
moon. Before its strong arm the Indian, the Spanish, the French and 
the British were made to bite the dust [applause], but the dust still 
lives. [Uproarious applause.] But the American eagle, that fierce 
bird of war, now mates with the dove, that sweet emblem of peace. 
You may talk about your Lexingtons and Yorktowns, your Joshuas and 
suns and moons and your flying cars, but Columbus came nearer 
discovering America right here than any place in the world, and four 
hundred years have indorsed the wisdom of his choice. Where is the 
land thus honored ? Where, gentlemen, in all the extent of a slum- 
bering continent was it wakened from its sleep by the touch of civiliza- 
tion ? Right here, here where the chariot rolled from out the sea and 
scattered the dews of a new life upon its quickening form. Here 
arose that splendor and grandeur which eclipsed the radiance of the 
East and set upon the brow of hoary age the signet of its own im- 
mortality. The eternal sun, the everlasting hills, the great globe itself 
bows in holy reverence to the matchless glory of this great common- 
wealth and crowns her the revered mother of all the States. Among 
these scenes was freedom first unchained and when its century-locked 
shackles burst, its voice of triumph broke through the day and rang 
down the ages, awaking patriotism in the slumbering valleys and up 


the immortal mountain heights, until throughout this land, o’er bud- 
ding leagues and blooming States, the light of liberty burst from the 
billows of night. [Sensation.] Mother of States, I greet you. Spirit 
of freedom, unborn millions will bless you, and from the east, west, 
north and south, the hymn of the new redemption will rise to crown 
your brow with song, and in thy lofty ears will hum the music of the 
spheres and the morning stars in chorus set, till in the words of that 
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Between Chicago, Council Bluffs and Omaha, daily. 

Through Pullman Vestibuled Sleeping Cars, 

Daily, between Chicago, the Yellowstone Park, Tacoma and 
Portland, Oregon. 

Solid Vestibuled Trains, 

Daily, between St. Paul, Minneapolis and Kansas City, via the 
Hedrick Route. 

Through Pullman Sleeping Cars, 

Daily, between St. Louis, St. Paul and Minneapolis. 

FINEST DINING CARS IN THE WORLD. 

THE BEST PULLMAN SLEEPERS. 
ELECTRIC READING LAMPS IN BERTHS. 

6,000 Miles ot Road, 

In Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, Missouri, South 
Dakota and North Dakota. 

Everything First-Class. 

First-Class People patronize First-Class Lines. 

Ticket Agents everywhere sell Tickets over the 

CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE & ST. PAUL RAILWAY. 

For Maps, Pamphlets, Etc., Address, 

A. V. H. CARPENTER, 

General Passenger Agent, CHICAGO. 


In writing, mention this book. 


P YOUR BUTTER, EGGS, POULTRY, VEAL, 
GAME, POTATOES, BEANS, HAY, GRAIN, 
WOOL, GREEN and DRIED FRUITS, or any- 
thing you may have to us. Quick Sales at the Highest Market Price, and 
Prompt Returns made. Write to us for Prices, Shipping Taggs, or any infor- 
mation you may want. SUMMERS, MORRISON & CO., 

General Commission Merchants, 

Reference — Metropolitan National Bank. 174 So. Water St., CHICAGO. 



!!! HERE WE ARE AGAIN !!! 


SEND 

FOR 

CATA- 

LOGUE. 



THE BEST 


WRITING 


B ^ _ _ __ _ MACHINE 

185 LaSalleS* Chicaso. 


100,000 

DAILY 

USERS. 




In writing, mention this book. 


CLEAN FAST 

BLACK STOCKINGS 

THAT WILL NOT CROCK. 


W. J. KUHNS. 


FRANK C. KUHNS. 


KuHns Hotel 

Remodled, Elevator, Restaurant, 
Barber Shop, Turkish Baths. 75c. to 
$2.50 per day. European 

165 to 169 Cla 

CHICAGO. 


SEND FOR PRICE LIST. 

25C. AND UPWARDS. 

The Cleanfast Hosiery Co., 

1 07 STATE ST.. CHICAGO. 


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All the Latest Improvements in the 
Science of Railroading, Have 


Been Adopted by the 

Chicago & Erie 

(LATE CHICAGO &. ATLANTIC RAILWAY) 
'Which, in Connection xvith tire 



Forms tire Great hhrorigh Route B etween 

CHICAGO and NEW YORK. 

By this Line, You are Given tli e Benefit of 

THROUGH TRAINS, 

PULLMAN DINING CARS, 

PULLMAN PALACE SLEEPING CARS, 

Vestihaled hhronghorit. 

Chicago Office, 107 Clairk St. 

D. I. ROBERTS, W. C. RINEARSON, 

A, G. P A. , CHICAGO. G. P. A., NEW YORK. 

In writing mention this book. 


THIS IS INTENDED TO ADVERTISE 



Rout© 


Ariel a 


JONH M. EAGAN, 

President, ST. 


CHICAGO 



BETWEEN CHICAGO 

LA FAYETTE 

INDIANAPOLIS 

CINCINNATI 

® LOUISVILLE 


AND ALL POINTS SOUTH. 


Pullman Vestibuled Service on all night trains. 
Parlor Chair and Dining Cars on day trains. 

The Favorite Route to and from Florida Points. 
Quick Transit and Close Connections. 



James Barker, General Passenger Agent* 

MONON BLOCK, 

Chicago, III. 


In writing, mention “A TALE OF THE WORLD’S FA!R. ,JA 



WARRANTED FOR 
FIVE YEARS. 


ONLY $20. 

The " PEARL ” 

High- Ar 7n 

Sewing Machine 

is elegantly finished in Black Walnut. Style No. 3 
(see cut) has a cover, drop-leaf, two drawers on side and 
swing drawer. Other styles equally as low. Plush- 
lined case of Attachments free. 

SEND FOR CIRCULAR. 



We are also Manufacturers 
of THE 

“WESTERN 
SINGER” 

Low-Arm Machine. 

FROM $14.00 UPWARDS. 
+ + + 

M. K. SCULLIN St CO., 

762 W. Lake St., CHICAGO, ILL. 




In writing, mention “A TALE OF THE WORLD’S FAIR.” 


Losses Paid Exceed $37,000,000.00 ==b 


Phenix Insurance Co. of Brooklyn. 




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